Need I Say More...
You can choose to pick and peck,
Your petty indifferences with me.
But the way I see it from my perspective,
Is this...
I am not the one threatening to foreclose,
On your home to leave you homeless.
Nor did I loan you any money at all,
To finance a car you can not make installments.
And neither am I,
One of your many creditors...
Attempting to repossess those standards you value.
When I walked away from those agonies,
Those friends I had...
Also quickly left.
And you wish to approach me with your pettiness?
I suggest,
You take me off of your priority list.
And find someone else,
To play 'your' games of reality with.
Remember you told me this...
'You ain't got nothing that would interest me.
You just another broke...'
Need I say more...
Before I go?
And I am glad I am of no interest to you.
And please...
Stop reminding me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Special Girl
To me you're a very special girl,
Who won't go out with just any guy.
You can afford to pick and choose
And let all but the best pass by.
No one can lower those standards you have.
Your friends have admiration for you.
Among these friends, keep a watchful eye
Since I also have an interest in you.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Pay You Back With Interest
(clarke / hicks / nash)
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
It seems unfair to leave you
And sell myself the way I do
But when my wandering is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Most of my life Ive been moving
And when I tire out Ill come home to you
But until then Ill be waiting
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
How cold is my room, (how cold is my room)
Without your love beside me
We look at the same old moon (looking at the moon)
But youre not here beside me
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Break
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
song performed by by Hollies
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Conflict Of Interest
How can you make such preposterous declarations.
That I have a conflict of interest?
When each and every interest I have,
There is not one conflict...
Have I ever expressed about them.
None!
And I would like to know this...
Who believes better than I do,
What my interests are?
'I 'think' you are misunderstanding,
Your position as treasurer of the committee.
You see...
You can not champion the act of integrity,
And then take the money you are trusted with...
To establish your own loan company.
THAT can also be construed as either theft or fraud.'
Well,
Make up your mind!
Are you accusing me of being a thief...
Without integrity?
Or one who maneuvers fraudulently with interest?
And may I add this to your unfounded claims,
Where am I suppose to have this conflict?
I am perfectly aware of my activities.
And I vehemently protest your absurdities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Special Interest
Got a special interest, youre my special interest
Got a special interest, got a special interest in you
I hear youve got some pending legislation
Regarding your romantic situation
And I just want to make my position quite clear
Youve got a constituent here
And youll find before you take one more step
My hobby is to lobby on your doorstep
And that big sack of mail and the telegrams too
Ill give you one guess just who sent them to you
Ive been invested with a sacred mission
To make sure that you make the right decision
Though you may wonder now, in the long run youll see
A valuable ally in me
And if by some misguided sense of duty
You go with someone else instead of choose me
When theyve all let you down, and youre looking for help
Youll find that Ive swung my support somewhere else
No one has to know, when pressures are brought to bear
You can pretend that it was all your idea
And you did it of your own free will
Yes you did it of your own free will
song performed by by Utopia
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Fallen Twigs
Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.
Too many lessons I have learned,
From feeding those yearnings that burned...
To leave me mentally drained and physically sick,
Because of desires I had to be a part of it.
Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.
Too many I have seen that were demeaned,
After exhausting themselves for someone else...
To be left as fallen twigs.
To wither of potential that held promises to bloom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An individual, in promoting his own interest, may injure the public interest; a nation, in promoting the general welfare, may check the interest of a part of its members.
quote by Friedrich List
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In a Position to Be Used
Let's not get confused about this!
When I said I do not care...
I don't!
But let me clarify that.
I do not care to burden my priority list.
Right now you are not on it.
But that should not anger you.
You should be pleased.
At least I'm doing something for myself.
And not asking you to loan me ten dollars.
You didn't think of it that way,
Did you?
And those folks I keep on my priority list?
Are not as close to me as one might think.
In fact,
I am more in their lives...
Than they are in mine!
They know why I keep in touch.
So, let's not get confused about this!
When I said I do not care...
I don't!
And I hope I've clarified that?
Now...
If you ever get yourself in a position to be used?
Let me know.
I can always make some rearrangements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Debt and Effect
Do you like to do what you like,
Have dream to live luxurious life,
Buy a car, house or household,
Have planning to tour the world
Or want to own valuables, then flaunt,
Taking mate shopping or restaurant,
Short of money? Loan makes it easy.
Credit card can make you more crazy.
Though this truth is well accepted
Most of rich men are highly indebted.
But when you will realise its effect
Immediately say good bye to debt.
Pay heavy interest on the principals,
Receive agent’s debt collection calls.
In debt your mental peace is lost,
Miss planning and opportunity cost.
Your mind always loaded with tension
How to clear loan? Asking the question
Go for another loan or curtails expense
How fast repay and get out of the mess
Major earning is lost in paying interest
I feel, remaining debt free is the best.
(c) S.D.Tiwari
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I Am No Longer A Puppy
You are correct.
No I don't know you.
Nor am I obsessed,
With the thought...
That leaves me guessing,
Which identity I've witnessed...
Is the one that is the basic you.
You seem to believe a game of hide and seek,
Adds to your allure and captivates with mystique.
But those games you play of fake the chaser,
Hard to get and guess 'my' mood...
Is pushing me towards the exit.
To leave you and have no regrets.
You are correct.
No I don't know you.
Nor am I obsessed,
With the thought...
That leaves me guessing,
Which identity I've witnessed...
Is the one that is the basic you.
If you haven't noticed,
I am no longer a puppy.
But I can be a fulltime dog...
In a wide opened field,
I can cruise if I choose to occupy my day.
I am with you because of an interest.
Not to be tested for a patience endured.
If you seek a playmate to exchange,
In the playing of games...
I suggest you select someone,
On your level and equally immature.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Patient
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
I had placed people,
Who I considered friends on this list.
And for years they had been on it...
Doing and saying things to me as they wished.
Some don't speak to me.
But my name is on their lips.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That should not on my list exist!
Very few on my priority list,
Have me on their agenda.
And if they do,
I'm sure it's for fun, sport and gossip.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
I couldn't not explain...
Why some names had hearts near them.
Did I do that?
Did I draw them in?
I use to dropp every and anything,
To be at someone's aide.
Some people I would call everyday...
Just to see if they were okay.
I've even allowed my own work to be submitted...
So folks could get their college degrees.
Joking about this,
I am not!
I have been the subject of innuendos and lies,
As if my life meant nothing at all.
To leave me to walk around with 'my' pain disguised.
Then I awakened and realized.
I am considered a fool!
Today...
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
And wondered to myself 'WHY'...
Is this stuff still 'there'.
Get rid of it!
This makes no sense.
Why do you have these people's lives,
Prioritized?
'That is being too patient!
Fix this and get this done quick! '
I have moments when I am completely rational.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interest Rate
Interest rate should be fixed
In such a manner and style
So that both the commercial banks
And their clients are benefited
But unfortunately many people
Incur loss as a result of
High interest rate
The central bank should encourage
The commercial banks
To go for investment
In the lucrative sectors
In order to create more fund
And to enable them to give more loans
And lower interest rate
For the entrepreneurs
If the commercial banks
Lower interest rate
For the depositors
The latter will not be discouraged much
Since people deposit money mainly
To keep it in a safe place
If the commercial banks
Lower interest rate
For the entrepreneurs
Many more people will take loan
As a result
Both the parties will be benefited
According to Islam
If there is more good elements
Than bad effects
Exist in a thing
It becomes halal
Therefore if most of the people are benefited
By taking loans it becomes okay
poem by Asif Andalib
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Repossess The Basicness Of Life
Separate 'things'
From your evaluation of happiness.
Repossess the basicness of life...
If you can remember how that time was spent.
The moment your were persuaded to abandon it,
For a chase to retrieve creature comforts...
Was the day you believed,
Your life was to live impressing others.
And your creditors are the ones left,
Who are least amused by your choices made.
Release this from the confines of your mind,
And decide to live.
Repossess the basicness of life.
Remove those restrictions you have imposed...
To feel deserving of an earned peace of mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose to Boot It Just to Mute
...and,
You may...
Risk your life for petty reasons.
You may...
Not believe it to accept it,
Just to find there's nothing there to lose.
...and,
You may...
Risk your life for petty reasons.
You may...
Not believe it to accept it,
Just to find there's nothing there to lose.
And 'then'...
You may,
Get dramatic in dismissing diplomatic moments toned...
When knowing love of life you own with a peace of mind condoned,
In and outside of your home,
Is not on loan droning in a moan groaned all day and night long!
And you 'dig it like the fresh scent of Spring!
Oooh Whoa noooo mo'...
...and,
You may...
Risk your life for petty reasons.
You may...
Not believe it to accept it,
Just to find there's nothing there to lose.
...and,
You may...
Choose to boot it just to mute.
And...
You may,
Boot it just to keep it mute.
...and,
You may...
Choose to boot it just to mute.
And...
You may,
Boot it just to keep it mute.
And then,
You may...
Do whatever it is wanted if you wanted.
Then you may,
Do whatever it is wanted!
And then you may,
Do whatever it is wanted if you wanted.
But then you may,
Boot it just to keep it mute
Or...
Then,
You may...
Choose to boot it just to mute.
Or then you may,
Choose to boot it just to mute!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Music for Chameleons
At 4 o'clock we land
And I'll wave my flag for you
Interest in heart
We are not savage
Like children
Were people
What difference I say
Music for chameleons
Music for chameleons
A dream of siam
We could leave in the morning
Old friends and shy
We need to win
Like you need to breathe
I've an interest in games
Music for chameleons
Music for chameleons
Gowns for another show
Maybe no-one will come
Here take my arm
I like the pictures
And you like ghost stories
Tomorrow I'll sigh
Music for chameleons
Music for chameleons
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Time Has Provoked Insensitivities
I remember vividly those times,
Of innocent minds.
And the caring done...
By neighbors and friends.
It seemed as if everyone had an interest,
In each other back then.
A shifting of priorities,
Has left these qualities behind.
And time has provoked insensitivities.
With faith and trust diminishing into disgust.
In isolation we perceive no one can be believed.
Leaving us to feel abandoned without empathy.
I remember vividly those times,
Of innocent minds.
And the caring done...
By neighbors and friends.
It seemed as if everyone had an interest,
In each other back then.
Until the onslaught of progress...
Has left most feeling hopelessly digressed.
And suspicious of anyone expressing friendliness.
As we reject that quicker,
Than the addressing of deception few bother to question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Egos Fly High
Over a deal to purchase a football team.
People of notoriety,
Have elected themselves to use the media,
To demean.
People are losing lives.
And treasures they once owned.
Folks are being ostracized,
Not only from their families...
But also removed from foreclosed homes.
Folks with money and influential friends,
Are making their tantrums a priority.
At the expense of common sense,
For them that has yet to begin.
Egos fly high when little boys play together.
With more concern shown for their toys.
Than those homeless living in shelters.
And everyday they show evidence,
A taste to pride decadence is top on their list.
As millions of people,
Struggle to maintain an existence.
In a remorseful abyss.
Idiots with power,
Insist they have the right...
To ignite,
Their petty infighting.
As those they consider dispensible die!
Just to keep themselves in the limelight,
With perceptions they are adored day and night,
As millions cry.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Defeating Foolishness
No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
Changes must come to exist!
No interest do they have,
With the lack of discipline shown.
And the disrespect accepted and known.
No one wishes to participate,
In doing those things that are right.
But quick they are to pass judgements.
And witness those in conflict...
As they sit and gossip as if to benefit!
No interest in progress or moving ahead.
As those who do this among them...
They do their best to keep them down instead.
And when they notice they are all of the same mind...
Knitted together by the same common thread.
They want to come together and unify!
Crying they've been left behind...
To entertain themselves,
With more nonsense to spread!
And this is done not 'some'...
But all of the time!
And they come together,
To denounce others who express,
No interest in them...
Or their self defeating foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Interest Factor
That interest factor I once had,
Has packed.
It's gone.
To no longer wish to entice excitement.
And nothing that it has already experienced,
In an environment of minds clinging onto despair...
And recreating woes,
Can stimulate the generating of pep and vigor again.
It's just too exhausting to keep that kind of hope alive.
And I have struggled with the 'whys' and 'reasons',
People have such a priority...
To complain about their illnesses,
As 'if' picked and selected as custom made gifts.
I have prayed to stay with belief my showed devotion,
Would prove to anyone my loyalty could never be undone.
And the lesson I have learned is to dismiss the saying of 'never'.
That interest factor I once had,
Has packed.
It's gone.
To no longer wish to entice excitement.
However...
And I must say this,
My own happiness has not been affected.
It has been left intact without a need to have it shared.
More than anything I do care about that.
That interest factor I mentioned that I once had,
And has packed to leave to go...
Has been forwarded to a fresh destination.
Where appreciation stimulates,
Everyone's participation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We have seen the mere distinction of colour made in the most enlightened period of time, a ground of the most oppressive dominion ever exercised by man over man. What has been the source of those unjust
laws complained of among ourselves? Has it not been the real or supposed interest of the major number? Debtors have defrauded their creditors. The landed interest has borne hard on the mercantile interest. The Holders of one species of property have thrown a disproportion of taxes on the holders of another species. The lesson we are to draw from the whole is that where a majority are united by a common sentiment, and have an opportunity, the rights of the minor party become insecure.
quote by James Madison
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Money and Friends
When I was a teen my mom would say
“If you know someone you dislike
Loan that bright person some money
And he’d sure disappear from site”
“People that owes you money
Would not call or email to say hello
Would not send a card on a holiday
They’d rather wish you’d go away”
“Friends that asked you for a loan
And you happened to be broke
Would not call or email to say hello
Would not send a card on a holiday”
My smart mommy is always right
I think I’d rather keep happy friends
Ones that don’t need my money and
Ones I like to call and love their emails
poem by Kay Barcelon
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