No In Between Afforded Them
You want to hear fluff not stuffy,
You want to feel puffed up...
And not roughed at all.
But these days of truth...
Scratch with a screech,
Like chalk on a blackboard.
And the lesson being written,
Has those sitting wishing for intermission.
What is being taught,
May bring those listening to tears.
But the one who has it tough,
Is the one who tells it like it is!
And those in fits enforced to learn...
Realize their delusions are slowly being erased,
Whether they face it or not...
The tests given today are absent of options.
And cheaters of all kinds,
Have found themselves without hiding places!
Or anything 'or' anyone to substitute for their grief.
They either pass or they don't!
There is no in between afforded them!
And recess to reflect and regroup...
Is not part of their curriculum.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stampede
It is happening today!
Those deceivers, cheaters,
And thieves...
Are being chased away,
From their hiding places.
This is not a perception.
This is seen to be believed!
It is happening today,
As gossip told on ears received...
Many are being forced,
To reveal...
Truths unspoken to release and free.
Devastating fiction,
Created to distort facts.
Has produced a host of conflicts.
And those conflicts have returned,
Disturbing paybacks.
It is happening today!
Those deceivers, cheaters,
And thieves...
Are being chased away,
From their hiding places.
One must step quickly,
To clear a path for those who run.
A stampede increases...
As these people are clearly in fear.
They are frightened and appear...
Afraid of what is to come!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Substitute For Love
Written by Madonna, William Orbit, Rod McKuen, Anita Kerr and David Collins
I traded fame for love
Without a second thought
It all became a silly game
Some things cannot be bought
Got exactly what I asked for
Wanted it so badly
Running, rushing back for
more
I suffered fools
So gladly
And now I find
I've changed my mind
The face of you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
Should I wait for you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
I traveled round the world
Looking for a home
I found myself in crowded rooms
Feeling so alone
Had so many lovers
Who settled for the thrill
Of basking in my spotlight
I never felt
So happy
The face of you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
Should I wait for you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
mmmmmm
ooooooo
No famous faces, far off places
Trinkets I can buy
No handsome stranger, heady danger
Drug that I can try
No ferris wheel, no heart to steal
No laughter in the dark
No one night stand, no far off land
No fire that I can spark
mmmmm?
The face of you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
Should I wait for you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
song performed by by Madonna
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Brutal
I don't sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff!
When I 've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
Or beat around the bush.
I'm not into fuzzy wuzzy stuff.
Or get cuddly to patch things up!
I don't sauté what I have to say,
With puffed up fluff for you!
When I've had enough...
And the going gets tough,
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
Because you think it's cute...
To use me as a substitute!
I don't bite my lip...
And pretend I'm not pissed!
You try to do me in...
And then you turn around and grin?
Thinking I wont do,
What now you know I can and will...
To you!
Yes...
Your looks could kill,
But I wont be a pig in swill.
I will get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
You think I'm a wimp in a pink tutu?
With a tutti fruiti tattoo on my booty too?
I wont sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff for you.
When I've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
I don't sauté what I say,
Or look away...
With my dignity played!
Not me.
Oh no!
You see...
I don't offer fantasy!
I'll give you brutal.
That's all I offer to you,
Is the brutal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Tough To Die
I am a tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tough tough guy
I tell no tales I do no lie
I am a tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tough tough guy
halo round my head to tough to die
main attraction in a freak side show
down in the basement where the cobwebs grow
on my last leg just gettin' by
halo round my head too tough to die
rainy days rain cool wine
I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine
hot sweat on my face
I feel like going' out someplace
up late at night my chocolate sweet
down at the gym where the muscle boys meet
I am a very nice guy very sincere
in real good shape I have no fear
at the concert when the band comes on
I am in the ring where I belong
on my last leg just gettin' by
halo round my head too tough to die
song performed by by Ramones from Too Tough To Die
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Kid Gloves
A world of difference
A world so out of touch
Overwhelmed by everything
But wanting more so much
Call it blind frustration
Call it blind mans bluff
Call each other names
Your voices rude,
Your voices rough
Then you learn the lesson
That its cool to be so tough
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the lessons
Taught in school wont be enough
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That its cool to be so tough
A world of indifference
Heads and hearts too full
Careless of the consequence
Of constant push and pull
Anger got bare knuckles
Anger play the fool
Anger wear a crown of thorns
Reverse the golden rule
Then you learn the lesson
That its tough to be so cool
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the weapons
And the ways of hard-knock school
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That its tough to be so cool
song performed by by Rush
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1988
i see the tables turning
they turn with speed
i watch the fire burning
burning to the sea
i heard a holy story
i laughed out loud
a man who chases the wind
never should be proud
they can always find a way
to pull you down
make you feel so small invisible
another sent to take the final part of me
give me my lesson for today, (i can't hear you)
fill me with hope and quickly betray
when i am barely breathing
they come for me
i wish i never saw them
walk all over me
they can always find a way to pull you down
make you feel so small invisible
another sent to take the final part of me
give me my lesson for today, (i can't hear you)
fill me with hope and quickly betray
it's my fault
i should have never trusted
it never fails
to bring me down
so hear me out
always busted
you got yours
guess i got mine
your high score
my waste of time
give me my lesson for today, (i can't hear you)
fill me with hope and quickly betray
give me my lesson for today, (i can't hear you)
fill me with hope and quickly betray
song performed by by 1208
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Youth Must Serve Life Apprenticeships Bound
Why is it children learn lesson many years slowly?
Why does crawling standing walking take so long to learn?
Why does speech acquisition require so many skills?
Next years are required sitting at slow growing desks?
Time in play ground changes but fleeting intervals?
Examinations listening writing skills determine rankings?
Those born with silver spoons in mouth get status rides?
Those born with plastic spoons get extra lessons to chew on?
Those entering extra education required careers earn excess?
So why be surprised true art tests with multiple hardships?
It hurts to not be able to be an artist to have a few extra luxuries?
Time trials test mantle hardship faith tests art lessons transcends?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Days to Let Go
It's been
Days
Since you left
Days since
I let you go
I feel off
Somehow
Its as if
A part of me
Has drifted away
Eventually I'll
Get over you
But for now
I still wish
You were here
By my side
Wish I could
Hear your voice
Wishing will do me no good
It's been
Days
Since you left
Days without
You
And I've come
To realize
Letting go is hard
poem by Autumn Winds
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Clumsy
I don´t know why I am not able to look at him
What if I could do without this seriousness?
And see him face to face.
At dinner I can feel him
Sitting behind
And then, suddendly, his laughter,
That way to use the spoon.
I spend chosen moments
Waiting for him to pass by,
Cigarette and smile.
It is tough to play this game of silence
This tension on my dreams
This fear all the time.
I feel I am clumsy
And I don´t want to be a girl any more
Why can´t I focus on what´s good for me,
On what´s possible?
Another poem to see him from behind
A piece of chalk writing on the board
Some homework for tomorrow....
which home would that be?
And then we´ll try to build good sentences
To say what we think clearly
And be brave....
poem by Luis Gil de la Puente
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Life Is a Lesson
Life is a lesson.
Don't be afraid to live it!
Take what it gives...
And return to it a thankfulness.
Life is a lesson.
We all have tests to pass.
Some attempt to refuse their tasks.
And fall to to become indignant and crass.
Life is a lesson.
Learn your lessons well.
Some will choose a path to heaven!
Others will curse themselves...
Preferring to address their stressing hell!
Life is a lesson!
Do what is received as given...
And perceive with that,
You are doing you're best!
At least...
You are doing what you can and well!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Instructor's Dream
Many decades after graduation
the students sneak back onto
the school-grounds at night
and within the pane-lit windows
catch me their teacher at the desk
or blackboard cradling a chalk:
someone has erased their youth,
and as they crouch closer to see
more it grows darker and quieter
than they have known in their lives,
the lesson never learned surrounds
them; why have they come? Is
there any more to memorize now
at the end than there was then"
What is it they peer at through shades
of time to hear, X times X repeated,
my vain efforts to corner a room's
snickers? Do they mock me? Forever?
Out there my past has risen in
the eyes of all my former pupils but
I wonder if behind them others
younger and younger stretch away
to a world where dawn will never
ring its end, its commencement bell.
poem by Bill Knott
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Permanently Affixed
Too many people seek distractions.
Hoping facts never to face.
Praying for a deceit that fits.
Too many people seek attractions.
With a hope to distract facts,
That someday from them will be erased.
And those masks worn to replace,
Faces charading become permanently...
Affixed.
Leaving distacted faces masked,
Never again to face facts with hopes...
Delusions will never from them be erased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Options of Deceit
I would find truth offensive too...
If I had not allowed myself a break,
From my delusions.
And what I discovered about truth...
Had me dilute those delusions,
Until I was able to let them go completely.
I did not know truth and honesty...
Were not options of deceit?
Did you?
I believed deceit was used,
To protect those afraid to be too honest.
And I had heard that truth hurts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fluff Seekers
Fluff seekers know where to go,
To get their daily fix.
And those wishing to get their reality,
Straight up with no chaser...
Like to remain sober as long as possible.
Although their activity may not be received,
As popular.
And today...
People can not seem to get enough fluff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Ones to Keep?
Back and forth drifting.
From thought to thought,
Sitting!
Wishing them to go away,
They seem to come...
And want to stay.
Replaying them over deepens my delay.
Some were good,
While others dismayed!
But today...
Every thought,
Has left a lesson I've been taught!
And I'm trying to remember...
Which ones to keep?
And which to dismember.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doppelganger
Miss Damson
was a doppelganger
for Bette Davis
right down
to the look
and eyes
and swagger
into the classroom
to teach
and it was said
that sometimes
she‘d go into
the cupboard
and have a drag
on a smoke
and if any kid
spoke out of turn
she’d give a stare
to make his or her soul
seemingly burn
but you saw
the way she could bring
silence to a room
when she entered
or bring a shudder
of fear
into the hearts
of the classroom braggers
and when she drew chalk
across the blackboard
it’d set teeth on edge
or threw chalk
or the blackboard wiper
at any kid stupid
or brave enough
to open their mouths
and the way she wrote
upon the board
her back to the class
that firm ass
and with that neat script
her fingers tight
around the chalk
as if around
the throat of any kid
who dared to talk
and you
she’d say
you at the back
you with the dumb look
don’t stare
out of the window
open the darn book
or hey you
girl with the bangs
don’t sit there
with your mouth open
or you’ll catch flies
and there’d be
an underground snigger
from others
or just dumb looks
anywhere
but at Miss Damson
even stuck between
pages of boring books.
poem by Terry Collett
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Not Here To Coddle Those Who Model In A Molded Moaning Done
Your gruffed up stuff,
Has gotten to be over-the-top.
And far too much.
To say I've had enough,
Is an understatement...
From a tongue I 'try' to hush.
Listening how your life is too tough,
Has made it difficult sometimes...
To keep my own mouth shut.
Take this hint from me,
Sympathies are not as freely given...
As they use to be.
And forget about 'empathy'!
'You' will not get that from me at all.
I've had enough of listening,
How your life is too tough.
And the suffering you've done,
With a daily roughness...
You can not overcome!
Why can't you hush up that 'muscle'
And muffle it?
No one 'here' wants to hear,
That continuous 'ssshhhssstuff'!
You've created that rut.
I've got a motto I choose to follow.
I'm not here to coddle those who model,
In a molded moaning of their lives...
That's done a lot!
I've had to stop.
Your gruffed up stuff,
Has gotten to be over-the-top.
And far too much.
To say I've had enough,
Is an understatement...
From a tongue I 'try' to hush.
Listening how your life is too tough,
Has made it difficult sometimes...
To keep my own mouth shut.
But I am learning.
Some lessons taught,
Are not as easy to learn as others!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Face Tells A Story
Look at the man in the corner, hes sitting all alone
His blankets are made out of cardboard,
His pillows are made out of stone
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
See the man walking on the water, see the light in his eyes
He came into the world with a message to tell,
He came into the world to die
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Youre always telling stories, youre always telling me lies
Youre always telling stories, why?
So think of yourself in the water, seeing your days flashing by
Its too late to see what you wanted to be,
Youve spent all your time, you must die
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Step down
And make it work out right
Im trying to get to you with my warning
Been there
For nearly half the night
Look its nearly four in the morning
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Brimming to the Rim In Denial
Brimming to the rim in denial.
Putting truth on trial.
But none of this rhetoric,
Escapes observations...
That can not be erased,
As seen.
No matter who declares,
What 'is' or is not obscene.
Truth is not another version of deceit.
To be interpreted to inspire a life of delusions.
And delusions have never strengthened reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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