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Nothing Else On Their Minds

People frequently ask me,
What it is I do.
And these comments may come,
From those who make claims they know...
Everything about me too.
With a few wishing fresh news to scandalize.

You know the kind?
The ones unbelieving spending time,
Doing something one can not define...
Highly unlikely.
And one who confesses this,
Has to be a liar!
And...
Achieves nothing tangible.

Yet loving to do it over and over again,
For more than fifty years...
Is for many incredibly suspicious.
Since no one from their point of view,
Does this.
And to become devoted to it...
Leaves many who do not have this type of discipline,
Occupying gutter thoughts about what it is that gets done.
And where?

You konw the kind?
The ones with nothing else on their minds...
But sleaze.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Type Of Man

What kind of a man goes after a married woman
What kind of a man does it and proclaims his faith in GOD
What kind of man does the things that he shouldn't
Does that type of man think that he will never be caught.
What type of man leaves his children and his wife
What type of man puts his needs and his wants first
What type of a man is scared to fight his own fights
Does that type of man cares whose soul that he hurts.
What type of man talks behind other peoples backs
What type of man lies to make himself look tall in front of others
What type of man is scared to admit the guilt that he has done
Does that type of man think that we are his brothers.
What type of man will not work for a living
What type of man wants others to take care of him
What type of man thinks he is something but he's not
Does that type of man thinks that manhood is his friend.
What type of man cannot be used as an example
What type of man does not keep promises that he's made
What type of man should not be father to any child
Does that type of man know the price that a real man has paid.
What type of man thinks but he cannot think
What type of man looks but he truly does not see
What type of man hears but he does not listen
Does that type of man know that he could never be me.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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You Are Such An Actor

You have been a highly acclaimed person,
For a number of years.
And yet you do not appear to be on anyone's radar.
Very few people know who you are.
Why are you flying so low?
Is that intentional?

'What are you saying?
What point are you making? '

If more people knew who you were,
You would be respected more.

'And that is a very sad commentary to make,
About today's people.
Isn't it?
To think one has to first impress others,
With a doing that gets attention mentioned...
To then be treated as a human being?
Oh, I just wake up everyday praying,
For that kind of notoriety! '

You should.

'And why is that? '

It would make me feel better to say,
I know you.

'Stop it. Stop it.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps.
To think my efforts known by more people,
Would enhance the only purpose you have in your life...
To feel better about yourself.
Oh 'wow' I'm beginning to feel such a rush that thrills me inside.'

You are such an actor.

'And you should find something else to do,
Than wasting your time trying to find how mine operates.
If I sought to seek that kind of attention,
I would have long devoted myself in re-creating the wheel.'

And what does that mean?

'Having no ambition and stealing from others,
What had already been invented.
To then set my aim to make claims of what I've done.
With my eyes affixed to fame and glory.
Like nearly everyone who wishes a 'Reality Show'.

Why haven't you done that?
That would have made it a lot easy for me to accept.

'With the giving to me respect,
Right? '

Of course.
Those reality shows are so...
Real.

'And hollow of any sign of content.'

Yep. You are out of touch.

'Thank you.
And I am glad very few have noticed,
Just how distant and out of touch I am and can be.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Got Your Mind In The Gutter

Whats a man to do when hes bein acused
I hear you talkin its real bad news
Nothin happened with that girl last night
So baby wont you tell me why
You got your mind in the gutter
You got your mind in the gutter
Youre jumpin to conclusions and its plain to see
You got your mind in the gutter dont blame me
You say Im foolin round playin the field
Baby let me tell you its not big deal
No I aint gettin a little on the side
But I feel like a prisoner with both hands tied
You say you found a number on a matchbook in my coat
And lipstick smeared on my shirt
I hate to disappoint you and it scares me to death
That if your shovel aint full you just keep diggin up some dirt
Youve pushed me into a corner youve got my back to the wall
I stand accused of bein lome kind of liar
Hey I wouldnt those you down if you were on fire
You got your mind in the gutter
You got your mind in the gutter
Baby I keep those women far away from my skin
But since your minds in the gutter man I just cant win
I too her aside to give her my point of view
What you tryin to pull babe it just aint true
There should be a warnin up above your cage
Sayin dont feed the lion shes in a state of rage
How can I prove that Ive done nothin wrong
You know in your heart that youre all that I want
Youre all fired up just a little too tight
Now babe what can I tell you you just aint right
Aint got a bad reputation so why you tearin it down
Dont know what happened but your minds gone south
No I cant believe what comes out of your mouth
You got your mind in the gutter
You got your mind in the gutter
I know what youre sayin but it just aint true
Youve got your mind in the gutter baby shame on you
You say Im foolin round playin the field
Baby let me tell you its not big deal
No I aint gettin a little on the side
Baby what can I tell you you just aint right

song performed by by Europe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wishing I Was Lucky

I was living in a world of make believe
When my best friend wrote and told me
That there may be a job in the city
And you never told me
He would dream about another scheme
About another sordid hall of dreams
About a man whos king of industry
He would swear by his mouth almighty
He would buy the best
But never something new
And he never told me
I like kicking in the gutter and
Wishing I was lucky
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
Oh I like kicking in the gutter
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
Its the only life I know
Lie, lie, lie is all you ever do
To make me want to push on through
Cry, cry, cry cry is all I ever do
Say thats how you want to make me push on through
I like kicking in the gutter and
Wishing I was lucky
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
Oh I like kicking in the gutter
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
My best friend wrote and told me so
He said that there may be a job in the city
I like kicking in the gutter and
Wishing I was lucky
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
I was wishing I was lucky
Hey son go, hey son go, to the city

song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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What Kind Of Fool Am I

I wonder who shes seeing tonight
Is she really going out with him
Hes not her type
And doing all the things she used to do to me
Well, Id say something to her
But I get so jealous
When I think of her loving somebody else
That I cant think why we ever let go
I must have been crazy
Tell me what kind of fool am i
To just let go,
To just let go like that
What kind of fool am i
To lose you
She was cold sometimes
But she made me feel alive
She was such a spoiled baby
But baby, she could love
And she loved me like nobody ever will again
I thought wed be together
When the world ran down
When the curtain fell and the lights came up
But the gods or whatever make the world go round
Shuffled when they should have cut
Tell me what kind of fool am i
To just let go,
To just let go like that
What kind of fool am i
To lose you
Did it come too easy to the two of us
Did we go too wrong to ever make it right
Were we too busy checking out the left hand
That we didnt see the right
Tell me what kind of fool am i
To just let go,
To just let go like that
What kind of fool am i
Oh baby, please, oh baby, please come back
I meant to say in time
Baby we could work it out
But I never meant to say goodbye
Tell me what kind of fool am i
What kind of fool am i
What kind of fool am i
To lose you

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Inasmuch as society cannot go on without discipline of some kind, men were constrained, in the absence of any other form of discipline, to turn to discipline of the military type.

quote by Irving Babbitt
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Of Life And Of Nature

I knew just as much about them fifty years ago
Of Life and of Nature as now I do know
Though from our dealings with people we learn every day
We learn as we live as some are known to say

But Nature of course is a different thing
And though the praises of Nature the Poets may sing
And though from living near Nature insights from her we do gain
Her secrets from us as great mysteries remain.

Even since the invention of the first motor car
Human kind in technology have gone so far
But the greatest are mere mortals just like you and I
And great minds are born and great minds must die.

The achievements of human kind doubtless are great
But Nature out of nothing something can create
And about Nature and Life today fifty years ago as much I knew
But each day from living we learn something new.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Slow Love

I want some slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love that lasts a long long time
Now dont mistake my coolness for a cold heart
I want you more than you should know
Its just these days Im not inclined to move so fast
Why dont you stay a while say a hundred years or so
And make some slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love that lasts a long long time
Im not inclined to live a lifetime in one night
Although I long to touch I yearn for much, much more
A slow love
The kind that lasts forever
The kind of love that will be there in the morning
I want some slow love
The kind that leaves me never
The kind of love I thought Id never find
The kind of love that lasts a long time

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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The Right Kind Of Wrong

Know all about
About your reputation
And how it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Everytime that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong
Might be a mistake
A mistake I'm making
But what you're giving I am happy to be taking
Cause no one's ever made me feel
The way I feel when I'm in your arms
They say you're something I should do without
They dpn't know what goes on
When the lights go out
There's no way to explain
All the pleasure is worth all the pain
Loving you isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong
I should try to run
But I just can't seem to
Casue everything I run you're the on I run to
Can't do without, what you do to me
I don't care if I'm in too deep
Konw all about
About your reputation
And how its' boound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Everytime that I'm where you are
Oh I know I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend myh time with you
That I shold try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong

song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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This Kind of Devoted Discipline

Many do not understand,
This kind of devoted discipline.

Some don't understand the benefits of discipline,
Period.

And it is difficult for them,
To connect success with a drive that is focused.

Some people believe luck is involved,
That comes to assist achievement.

And not intention...or,
The sweat of hard work and sleepless nights.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here...Use My Megaphone

Excuse me.
I didn't hear clearly,
Your last statement.
Did you say...
'How do I feel about negative comments,
Made about me.
In this community?

'Yes.
My words exactly.'

Would you like to go on a tour?

'No...I've...uh...no.'

I'm to care about what is being said about me?
Is that it?
By people who regard that more important,
Than what's going on in their own lives?
Is that it?
Have you seen their thoughts reflected on the streets?

'Yes.'

And I'm to care what they say about me?
I am hopeful one day they will awaken,
To at least appreciate and value...
The importance of hygiene, discipline and self respect.
And I bet they will come to find,
Me not worthy of that kind of attention.
Not the kind they need to focus with an addressing of it,
Missed and dismissed to get back and look at upon themselves.
Other than that...
They are a fabulous bunch of nutts!

'Do you mind if I quote you? '

Quote me?
Here...
Use my megaphone!
It's more direct.
In fact you can have it.
I'm tired of using it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Need Your Kind Of Loving

Well my babys gone, sos summer
And it brings on a cool night breeze
And I wish we could go walking
By the river, by the shady trees
By the river with the shady trees
Well I love you in the wintertime
Baby when the snow is on the ground
Well I love you in the autumn most of all
When the leaves come tumbling down
When the leaves come tumbling down
Baby I need your kind of loving
For to last my whole life through
Baby I need your kind of loving
You know nobody else will do
You know that nobody else will do
Well I love you in the springtime
When the rippling streams begin to flow
And the weather start to get a bit warmer
And the grass begins to grow
And the green, green, grass, begins to grow
Baby I need your kind of loving
For to last my whole life through
Baby I need your kind of loving
You know that nobody else will do
You know that nobody else will do
Baby I need your kind of loving
For to last my whole life through
Baby I need your kind of loving
You know nobody else will do
You know nobody else will do
Need your kind of loving
Operator, operator
Put me through to my baby now
Operator, put me through to my baby now
To my baby now, to my baby now.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Crown Of Thorns

You ever heard the story
of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I been talkin' to my alter
Says life is what you make it
And if you make it death well then rest
your soul away
Away away yeah
It's a broken kind of feeling
She'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's a comin'
better say your prayers
I wanna tell you that I love you
But does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down.
Again, again, again.
So I'm singing
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves you alone
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind and leaves me alone
I used to treat you like a lady
Now you're a substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money
so I'm turnin over honey
Oh Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time.
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
This is my kinda love
It's a crown of thorns
It's the kind that
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Like a crown of thorns
So know who you know.
So don't burn your bridges cause
someday, yeah
Start singing
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
This is my kinda love
It's a crown of thorns
It's the kind that leaves me alone

song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Rare Thoughts that Never Go away

Has anyone out there reading this
Ever thought about that one person that is always in your thoughts and they never go away?
Well many of us out there are too scared of what or whom we miss
And then there are some of us that can't stop thinking of them throughout the day
Well I am this kind of person that just met a person not long ago
And I am here to say that my thoughts are of this person that I really admire
There are so many people that say how you can feel that way about someone who you barely know
I simply tell them that I trust in the Lord's every desire
Even though finding that one kind of person in everyone's life is rare
Who is always willing to listen and be gentle and kind
I hope that everyone can find this type of person that seems to always be there
Because I want her to know this is why she is always on my mind
And this is why these thoughts never go away
Because of the friendship that has come from the Heaven Above
This is why I am glad, for these thoughts are here to stay
And hopefully those thoughts and feelings will turn from friendship to passionate love

By Frank Pulver

poem by Frank Pulver
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Every Aspect Of It!

Just because you do not see me driving,
Do not assume I am not licensed to drive.
Or that I do not 'think'...
Because I do not look the part.
You don't see half the things I do and have done.
Nor are you on my agenda.

And folks who focus their sights on others...
Are the first who find these times we live,
Difficult to adjust.
Even though they feel they 'must'...
Demand understanding,
Without participating in the development of it.
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!

With claims they don't know what is going on!
And rush they do to prevent,
The circumstances of truth.
Coming to bombard and overwhelm.
With the consequences of their ignorance.

You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!

Yet conflict they are quick to define...
Instead of using their minds to take time,
Comprehending remedies.
To set aside a strategy...
To stop the havoc that has begun,
Happening in their own lives.

You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!

And this kind of mindset today,
Is reflected on a massive scale.

People into minding the business of others...
Have found their business in shambles.

Every aspect of it!

With shock and disbelief,
As a return for their 'investment'!

You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
The ones who rush to cover their butts,
With implusive mindless decisions!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great Mullen

One leaves his leaves at home
beomg a mullen and sends up a lighthouse
to peer from: I will have my way,
yellow--A mast with a lantern, ten
fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller
as they grow more--Liar, liar, liar!
You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss
on your clothes. Ha! you come to me,
you, I am a point of dew on a grass-stem.
Why are you sending heat down on me
from your lantern?--You are cowdung, a
dead stick with the bark off. She is
squirting on us both. She has has her
hand on you!--well?--She has defiled
ME.--Your leaves are dull, thick
and hairy.--Every hair on my body will
hold you off from me. You are a
dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.--
I love you, straight, yellow
finger of God pointing to--her!
Liar, broken weed, dungcake, you have--
I am a cricket waving his antennae
and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!

poem by William Carlos Williams
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Define A Father

what did i do so wrong, to make you hate me for this long? your supposed to be my father, your supposed to care, but then again what father breaks promises made to his child, what kind of father is never there. I tried so hard to please you. I gave you the best i could to make you love me but you never would. I thought it was because of her that you never wanted me around, i did all i could to make you see how much she hated me. Then she was gone and i thought the problem would be fixed but the truth was so plain to see, it wasnt only her who hated me. you'd always ignore me, that would hurt so bad, then you'd yell at me and tell me ' you didn't want to see my god-damn face' and that would make me so mad, your supposed to love me, damnit grow up and be a real dad. Define a father to me and all that comes to mind is a loveing, secure man who knows that his children love him and even more, he knows he loves his children. Define a father and sometimes i still try to see you but in reality your only love is electronic and doesn't really give a damn that you love it. Define a father and there's no way to describe the love and devotion, the smiles and cheers, he helps you succeed and wipes away your tears. A father to me is devoted, loving, determined, and is willing to do whatever it takes to protect his family. Define a father and i dont see you.
Devotion to his family and all the things he can do. CAn you look at your father and know that he loves you?

poem by cynthia Routen
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The Orphan's Friend

Come all kind, good people,
With sympathizing hearts,
Come listen to a few kind words
A friend to you imparts.
Be kind to an orphan child,
And always be its friend,
You will be happy in this world,
And will be to the end.

Be kind to the motherless,
Little motherless ones,
For God will forever bless
You in this world to come.
No kind and loving mother
To soothe their little brow,
Be kind to them always, friends,
They have no mother now.

Be kind to the fatherless,
Wherever you may find
One little one that is friendless,
I pray you all be kind.
For it has no loving father,
To speak with mild reproof,
Or guide its youthful footsteps
In honesty and truth.

Be kind to the little orphans,
They have no parents dear;
Be kind to the little orphans,
Speak to them words of cheer,
Then they will always love you
For kind and gentle words,
Then God will ever bless you,
For He says so in His word.

poem by Julia A Moore
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Poetry-question answer form

Day starts with good wishes from the friends,
Gives feeling as if world never ends,
So much pleasure in accepting the greetings,
Promises to see and forward to meetings,

With opening of box attention is drawn,
Suddenly runs chill and stands withdrawn,
I fear some harsh comments from the senior,
Still I gather the strength and face as warrior,

Q: -What type of invasion is this in our comment box?
Why is it flooded with good morning and serve as hoax?
Why you want to kill the poetry in its infancy?
Is it one kind of breach in privacy and lunacy?

A: -Dear Sir, it is one kind of general courtesy,
Request for kind comments and some mercy,
They need your gracious comments,
It is need of an hour for precious moments,

Q: -Neither had we asked for any request,
Not considered it as any conquest,
If it was of high class, people may prefer,
But not offering self just it to refer,

A: -Sir, time is changing fast,
Time may not wait and last,
You got to reach out to the readers,
May be, they prove better than leaders,

Q: -Previously hardly there used to be any calls,
No place in box as they sand as walls,
It is intriguing to think and vote,
How? Where and on which to put note?

A: -Sir, world may move even faster,
Everybody wants to be his own master,
Master of destiny and of own decision,
Moving with speed and even with precision,

There is awareness among new comers,
They want to swim across as fine swimmers,
Have idea of own with clear vision,
Poem is not just means but holy mission,

I may prefer achievement in life time,
“Posthumous” title is not object prime,
I may not adjust to the old school,
Resources to be utilized from the available pool,

Simple objection same kind and stereo type messages,
How come “how are you” and “Good morning” changes?
Wishes after all are wishes even if with some interest,
Is it not the race against time and for the acid test?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Captivated Is The Audience

Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.

'We're concerned about the little people.'
Says one sent to speak and represents sleaze.
'Those people' who initiate wickedness...
To leave it and deceive.
Those who use treachery to bleed the Earth.
And yacht about with venom dripping,
From privileged mouths.
Are about to be themselves seized with grief.

Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.

And this has been made clear,
To every aspect that makes life a possibility.
When leechers perceive and believe,
They are more powerful than that which has created them...
Captivated is the audience that witnesses their demise.

Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
And captivated is the audience,
That witnesses their demise.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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