En.Citatepedia^®.ro

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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Hush The Fuss

You've been familiar with the bottom,
But it's time to look up.
And dropp excuses if you got 'em,
With a mind corrupt...
On stuff!
And thinking life is too tough.
And that you've had enough,
Because the life you live is just too rough.
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.

You've been familiar with the bottom,
But it's time to look up.
And dropp excuses if you got 'em,
With a mind corrupt...
On stuff!
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.

You complain about the trivial things.
But...
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.

You want to blame your pain on others to name,
But...
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.

And you want to play the same tired games,
But...
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.

Hush the fuss.
Hush the fuss.
Hush the fuss,
Since too many got it rougher.

You've been familiar with the bottom,
But it's time to look up.
And dropp excuses if you got 'em,
With a mind corrupt...
On stuff!
But...
Hush the fuss.
Hush the fuss.
Yes,
Hush your fuss,
Since too many got it rougher.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Tough Love

You're stuck in thickened muck,
And you want to give up.
The muck you're stuck in...
Isn't budging.

And on your mind bad luck,
You're accustomed to cuss.
But,
That stuff you're cussing...
Only you began.

You made a choice,
To bottled up your stuff.
You made decisions without thinking.

And...
You've had enough.
But you chose to have it rough.
There is no exit when you're given,
Tough love.

When you get out,
You'll remember it...
As tough love!
Tough love.
Tough love.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Tough Streets Of Chicago

Tough streets of Chicago, you made me who I am.
Tough streets of Chicago, for me you had a plan.
You forced me to observe, what kids my age did not.
You taught me to look and see, always looking for a plot.
You taught me to react, and kept me on my toes.
You taught me to examine, the actions of my foes.
You forced me to react, in situations dire.
You made sure I would function, when I came under fire.
You made sure I was tough, made sure I'd understand,
the skills that I would need, when I joined uncle Sam.

Tough streets of Chicago, I almost went insane.
Tough streets of Chicago, you caused me so much pain.
You made me grow up fast, always dodging death.
You made me run from danger, could hardly catch my breath.
You took most of my friends, why, I'll never understand.
You made it possible to count, all my friends on one hand.
You took them in their teens, you took them very young.
You took them way before, to live they had begun.

Tough streets of Chicago, my tour is almost up.
Tough streets of Chicago, with your gangster posting up.
Tough streets of Chicago, can't get you off my mind.
Tough streets of Chicago, I miss those streets of mine.
Tough streets of Chicago...............................

poem by Rico Avila
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Why Do Folks Just Make Up Stuff?

Why do folks just make up stuff?
Even those who traditionally lie professionally,
And have kept it this way for centuries...
Can be noticed becoming increasingly appalled,
By this relatively new trend in communication.

Their lies are being amended,
By the telling of lies more outrageously told.
And to say they are offended,
Is an understatement.
They can be seen blowing off steam.

Why do folks just make up stuff?
Not even good made up stuff at that.
There is weak made up stuff being made.
Low grade although acceptable.

And this can be seen,
As a detriment to standards kept...
That has begun to threaten values,
Being questioned by the youth...
Graduating with degrees of higher learning,
With no where to apply their lessons learned.
As those who just make up stuff,
Are making themselves more credible.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Shes Too Tough

My girl, everybody says shes alright
And I know that shes more than alright
Well, shes a hard headed woman
Got a mean attitude
I may have bitten off more than I can chew
I get a little light headed
At her altitude
But she goes one step higher
If Im going to spend the rest of my life
With a woman like that, I better think twice
Shes too tough
I said shes too tough
From the moment she wakes up
Her mind is made up
Shes too tough, shes too tough
My girl, shes got a way about her
I know I can never live without her
Shes a hard headed woman
So hard to please
Shes got her own way of dealing with me
Im out on a limb, Im a cat up a tree
But this trees on fire
I want that woman for the rest of my life
I dont know if Im up to payin the price
Shes too tough
I said that shes too tough
From the moment she wakes up
Her mind is made up
Shes too tough
You hear shes too tough
Well I dont believe
Ill ever leave her
Shes too tough, shes too tough
Well if Im gonna spend the rest of my life
With a woman like her, Id better think twice
Shes too tough
I said shes too tough
From the moment she wakes up
Her mind is made up
Shes too tough, thats right
Shes too tough
If I do what Im told
Shes gooder than gold to me
Shes too tough
I said shes too tough
When push comes to shove
This must be love
Shes too tough
Yeah shes too tough
Well I dont believe
Id ever leave her, never leave her
Shes too tough, shes too tough

song performed by by Foreigner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Easy and Difficult

Easy and Difficult

Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Your grandchild has tougher lessons to teach

When your child was born
You might have learned certain lessons
As he or she was growing
The child would have been
Teaching lessons
Which you were not learning
From anywhere else
You would have found the lessons
Tough and difficult to absorb
As basics and fundamentals
Language used by the faculty
Methodology of teaching
Were quite different
Most of the time unstructured
Unmindful of your moods
The teacher would have kept you
Loaded with lessons difficult to decipher
The classes were far unique and
Very specially different
From any of the formal institution
Which were preparing you
For making a life
The lessons here aimed at
Making you live fully alive and aware of
Absolute realities
You would agree
Learning these never made you tired
And you were enthusiastically looking for
New lessons to come up
By the time
Your child has grown up
And stopped teaching you any further
Your grand child arrives
Now the lessons turn tougher still
Despite all the experiences in life and living
Your learning is quite difficult now
The teacher is in a great hurry
And often keeps changing
The course of lessons
You find new reasons
For things happening around
And you see yourself
In new enthusiasm
Which you feel will help you live
Longer still
With enough energy, strength and skill
In spite of the fact that
Your grandchild has tougher lessons to teach

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Everything Is Not Enough

It doesnt help you if you scream and shout
That isnt what this thing is all about
And do you really want to fight to win
Youre missing out and thats another sin
Your dream of power is a sacrifice
Do you really want to pay that price
Just think about it and youll change the pace
Look in the mirror tell me who do you face
Who is that?
Its everything, everything is not enough
I want it all, thats tough, thats tough, thats tough
Another dream, another dream, another dream goes pop
This is the time, lets stop, lets stop, lets stop
Nobody loves you if you moan all day
So take it easy then youll get your way
You aint no dummy and Im sure you know
You know its better if you let it go
Youre in control if you let it go
Youre feeling better when you let it flow
You never really had to catch the moon
Youre better jumping to another tune
So lets jump
Its everything, everything is not enough
I want it all, thats tough, thats tough, thats tough
Another dream, another dream, another dream goes pop
This is the time, lets stop, lets stop, lets stop
Its everything, everything is not enough
I want it all, thats tough, thats tough, thats tough
Another dream, another dream, another dream goes pop
This is the time, lets stop, lets stop, lets stop (do, do, do it)
Ive got it all but its not enough
I keep thinking boy I feel so rough
This cant be me, Im such a happy guy
I laugh a lot but I want to cry
A cry for help is just letting go
It hurts a lot but I think I know
Its time for change I dont need the hype
Its time for change and the time is ripe
So lets go
Its everything, everything is not enough
I want it all, thats tough, thats tough, thats tough
Another dream, another dream, another dream goes pop
This is the time, lets stop, lets stop, lets stop
Its everything, everything is not enough
I want it all, thats tough, thats tough, thats tough
Another dream, another dream, another dream goes pop
This is the time, lets stop, lets stop, lets stop
Its everything, everything is not enough
I want it all, thats tough, thats tough, thats tough
Another dream, another dream, another dream goes pop
This is the time, lets stop, lets stop, lets stop...

song performed by by 10 Cc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Hush Little Baby

Hush little baby Daddys here
Hush little baby dont you fear
Hush little baby as i hold my tear
Hush little baby dont you hear

Hush little baby daddys son
Hush little baby dont you be glum
Hush little baby as i go numb
Hush little baby the time has come

Hush little baby Daddy did try
Hush little baby dont you sigh
Hush little baby as i start to cry
Hush little baby dont say bye bye

Hush little baby Mummys Waiting there

poem by Jason Mcgookin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Listening

Listening.
And being there for someone loved...
To do just that!
With a mind willing,
To be receptive and clear...
Of opinions sitting,
On the tip of one's tongue.
With a giving of attention,
And staying mum.
Listening to someone.

Listening is not easily done.
For those who have experienced...
A life in which peace of mind has come.
When a listening ear,
Had not been volunteered by no one.
And some who know this...
Do their best to sit with patience.
Listening with no other reason...
But to be there as is wished.
For someone who has selected you,
Just for this.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Sonnet: ’Tis Tough to Do Good Things!

’Tis easy to commit habitual sin;
’Tis easy to keep doing greater vice;
’Tis easy to succumb to temptation;
’Tis tough to always heed to good advice.

’Tis easy to point fingers at brothers;
’Tis tough to lead a righteous life on earth;
’Tis tough to forgive foes and your neighbors;
’Tis tough to keep your soul pure for God’s mirth.

’Tis tough to walk in heaven’s narrow road;
’Tis tough to sacrifice and pray to God;
’Tis tough to keep the Maker’s tenets, code;
’Tis tough to live according to God’s word.

No one can break the Lord’s affinity;
God helps the righteous gain eternity.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-17-2007

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Be Tough!

Don't pick up any rocks...
To thrown them.
Put them down.

Don't you pick up any rocks,
To try to stop or block...
A madness started.

It is said,
One should turn a cheek...
To keep a peace.
It is said,
An eye for an eye...
Should not be repeated.
If common sense is heeded.

And...
If'n anyone should show up,
Starting stuff...
Quickly kick them in the _ _ _!
And be tough.

And if'n anyone should show up starting stuff,
You kick them in _ _ _!
And be tough.

You don't have to get your feathers shedded,
Be tough!
You don't have to be the one 'upsetted',
Be tough!

You don't have to get your feathers shedded,
Be tough!
You don't have to be the one 'upsetted',
Be tough!
Be tough!

And if'n anyone should show up starting stuff,
You kick them in _ _ _!
And be tough.

It is said,
One should turn a cheek...
To keep a peace.
It is said,
An eye for an eye...
Should not be repeated.
If common sense is heeded.

Don't you pick up any rocks,
To try to stop or block...
A madness started.

Don't pick up any rocks...
To thrown them.
Put them down.
Back on the ground!

You don't have to get your feathers shedded,
Be tough!
You don't have to be the one 'upsetted',
Be tough!
Be tough!

Be tough!
You don't have to get your feathers shedded,
Be tough!
You don't have to be the one 'upsetted',
Be tough!
Be tough!

And if'n anyone should show up starting stuff,
You kick them in _ _ _!
And be tough.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

To Dust Up

As a learning experience,
It is much more difficult...
To expect anyone to listen,
Than it is to teach them...
The difference between how and why,
A listening done will affect their time.
And the taking of it for granted...
Is something no one should do.

And one's expectations that the wasting of it,
Is going to gain empathy...
From those who had patience to sit with a listening,
No matter how bored one gets going through the process...
Is going to prevent a slipping of time,
To rush through their fingers.
With opportunities set aside waiting for anyone's decision,
To be made and done with a seletive picking to come.

Once an aging process starts and is noticed,
There is no playing of hide and seek with it...
To disregard those believing they have hidden in safe places.
Since in most cases everyone will be found.
Either forgotten to eventually dismiss.
Or stored away on top awaiting somewhere,
To be lowered into the ground...
With eyes and ears shut to dust up...that's it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Give That Up!

There is no gain one can claim with pain,
That remains the same...
Unchanged.
With a wish to rid it!

Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.

Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!

There is no gain one can claim with pain,
That remains the same...
Unchanged.
With a wish to rid it!

Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!

Just give that up!
When it gets too much...
And you know you have had enough!

Just give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!

To live life you've got to live it...
And get up off your big butt!
Pull yourself out of that rut.

Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

When Lessons Are Learned

Hush.

'But...'

No 'buts'
Just hush.

'There is a...'

No there,
Just hush.
And hurry up.
I'm late enough as it is.
Hopefully,
I can catch up to the bus...
So I wont have to take you,
All the way to school.

'Good luck.
They came to tow the car away...
5 minutes ago.'

They WWWHHAATT?

'I tried to tell you...
But you told me to hush.'

When did you ever listen to me?

'Mommy?
How do I know when lessons are learned?
And which ones should I ignore? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Learning is a result of listening, which in turn leads to even better listening and attentiveness to the other person. In other words, to learn from the child, we must have empathy, and empathy grows as we learn.

quote by Alice Miller
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Hush A Little Baby Daddy's Sad

Hush little baby Daddys here Hush little baby dont you fear Hush little baby as i hold my tear Hush little baby dont you hear

Hush little baby daddys son Hush little baby daddy will see you soon

Hush little baby Daddy did try Hush little baby dont you sigh Hush little baby as i start to cry Hush little baby daddy never got say bye bye hush little baby mummy took you away hush a little baby daddy misses you every day hush little baby will daddy ever see you again.

poem by Colin Thornton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

At Even

Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping.
Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow!
Hush, ye rains, from your weary weeping!
Give him slumber until to-morrow.

Hush ye, yet! In the years hereafter,
Surely sorrow is all his reaping;
Tears shall be in the place of laughter,
Give him peace for a while in sleeping.

Hush ye, hush! he is weak and ailing:
Send his mother his share of weeping.
Hush ye, winds, from your endless wailing;
Hush ye, hush ye, my babe is sleeping!

poem by Frederic Manning
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Hippo and Friends

hush hush the lion sleeps
hush hush the lion keeps
one eye open the other closed
the jungle might be awake

hush hush he's got a paw
hush hush or he will roar
the jungle snakes might hiss
a mighty lion might move

hush hush the lion sleeps
the deepest jungle sleep
Hippo whispers at the edge
his friends are waiting too

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!