Obnoxiously Blatant
You can never do what they do,
From an egotistical point of view.
It has to come through...
Naturally done...
To keep the substance one that's fun.
Those who force themselves like some,
To do what they believe is easily done
Discover in their repetition...
There is none for those not in competition!
Creativity isn't taught in schools.
Where some obtain the tools to try to fool!
There are those who are born that way.
Many attempt to copy their efforts!
But the 'originals' never cease,
To have something unique to say and display!
The one thing done folks do and wont tell,
Is lie, steal and cheat!
And for a while many did that well!
So someone had to teach them that.
To have it so obnoxiously blatant!
Repulsively redundant!
Without consideration of a single captured flourish!
And importantly...without hint of smoldering tact!
Where do they learn this crap?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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poem by David Keig
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Sweet Mama
I was raised on the west side shanty town.
I didn't get up till the sun went down.
When your back's against the wall, you better get tough,
An' learn real quick how to swing an' duck.'
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine.
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool,.
That's right.
Some folks cheat 'n some folks lie,
But I can judge a man by the look in his eye.
Don't hand me jack, try to call it cool.
I know the difference 'tween sh*t an' shiner.
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine.
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool.
Instrumental Break.
Talkin' about Mama,
Oh sweet Mama.
Mama was no angel, but she taught me right from wrong.
She knew ev'ry single word, an' ev'ry note, and ev'ry song.
She taught me how to gamble and how to roll a dice.
"If it makes you feel good, do a darn thing twice."
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine.
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
My sweet Mama didn't raise no fool.
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine.
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
My sweet Mama didn't raise no fool.
Yeeow!
Talkin' about:
(My sweet Mama,)
(Mama didn't raise no fool.)
Na, na, na.
(Talkin' about my sweet Mama,
(Mama didn't raise no fool.)
That's my sweet Mama.
(Talkin' about my sweet Mama,
(Mama didn't raise no fool.)
Oh, sweet Mama.
song performed by by Van Zant
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Taught To Fear And Suffer
Taught not born,
To hate.
Taught not born,
To fear.
Taught not born,
To discriminate.
And taught not born,
To jeer.
Taught not born,
To give.
Taught not born,
To take.
Taught not born to be of benefit to others.
But many bigots interfere...
With an infliction of their insecurities,
That smother one another.
Some are taught they are better than most human beings.
With a stunting of their own growth,
In isolated dreams.
And then their are those who confront others,
With obvious legitimate needs.
Ultimately to suffer from these misdeeds.
Taught not born,
To hate.
Taught not born,
To fear.
Taught not born,
To discriminate.
And taught not born,
To jeer.
Taught to greed selfishly!
Taught to deceive and steal like thieves!
And taught to cheat to succeed...
No matter who does the suffering and bleeds.
Taught to fear and suffer.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Fear.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Suffering,
Inflicted.
As a right to incite and ignite,
Fear!
Taught to fear and suffer.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Fear.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Suffering,
Inflicted.
As a right to incite and ignite,
Fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doin' What Comes Natur'lly
ANNIE OAKLEY and FEMALE CHORUS:
Folks are dumb where I come from,
They ain't had any learning.
Still they're happy as can be
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally).
Folks like us could never fuss
With schools and books and learning.
Still we've gone from A to Z,
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally)
You don't have to know how to read or write
When you're out with a feller in the pale moonlight.
You don't have to look in a book to find out
What he thinks of the moon and what is on his mind.
That comes naturally (that comes naturally).
My uncle out in Texas can't even write his name.
He signs his checks with "x's"
But they cash them just the same.
If you saw my pa and ma,
You'd know they had no learning,
Still they've raised a family
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally)
Cousin Jack has never read an almanac on drinking
Still he's always on the spree
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally).
Sister Sal who's musical has never had a lesson,
Still she's learned to sing off-key
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally).
You don't have to go a private school
Not to pick up a penny near a stubborn mule,
You don't have to have a professor's dome
Not to go for the honey when the bee's not home.
That comes naturally (that comes naturally).
My tiny baby brother, who's never read a book,
Knows one sex from the other,
All he had to do was look,
Grandpa Bill is on the hill
With someone he just married.
There he is at ninety-three,
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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The Innovator
The one elevated to the top spot,
Usually becomes the one...
Who's efforts become devalued.
And an accustomed innovation...
That seems with ease to copy,
Eventually for some gets redundant.
And...
The commonness of it stops.
Or attempts are made to have this blocked.
Although the creativity introduced,
Still produces...
A most effective enduring seductive juice.
No one but the innovator seems prepared to induce.
And this is only appreciated,
By those who have acquired the taste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Kisses Are Charity
Last night you breathed the deepest sigh
Turned away with those gold cold cool eyes
You said wont you give me space to breathe
But my tears gave you confidence to leave
Now you say Im just too much for you
There are things youll never know
If you lie and cheat so easily
Ya better go, you better go
Go, go, go, you better go
All I know is how I feel
And my heart is always yours to steal
But you take and never give to me
Your kisses are charity
Your kisses are charity
Yesterday you were my brightest star
But even when youre near
I dont know where you are
I was wrong to show my weaker side
Now its much too late to cry, cry, cry
I was blind to put my trust in you
If you leave me, Ill fall apart
Did you plan to make a fool out of me
From the start, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All I know is how I feel
And my heart was always yours to steal
But you take and never give to me
Your kisses are charity
Your kisses are charity
Now you say Im too much for you
There are things youll never know
If you lie and cheat so easily
Ya better go, you better go
Go, go, go, you better go
All I know is how I feel
And my heart was always yours to steal
But you take and never give to me
Your kisses are charity
You never give to me
All I know is how I feel
And my heart was always yours to steal
But you take but never give to me
Your kisses are charity
Your kisses are charity
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Please, Teach Me
Teach me well the child did say
As to its parent they did speak
As I want to grow up to be the best I can,
So please to me, wont you teach.
I want to learn and I want to be taught
To be the best that I really can,
And when I get older and I am on my own
I will thank you, for creating who I am.
I don't want to lie and I don't want to cheat
And I want everyone to me proud of me
An honest and loyal person I wanna be known
And I want to be as smart as I can be.
I want to be truthful and I want to be trusted
To all my family and my friends
I want devotion to be my middle name
And I want to know nothing of evil and or sin.
You are the one that will affect my life
The child said to its parent as they spoke
Whatever I become, it will be because of you
Whether I swear, or drink, or even smoke.
And when I get older will I be like you
And will I ever have a family of my own
Will I be the roll model for my children then
Or will I leave them when they are all alone.
And when you get older and your hair is gray
The child said to its parent that it loved
Will I turn out the way I wish I didn't
And will you pray for help from GOD above.
The child said its prayer as it went to bed
And then closed its eyes as it went to sleep
Please be the model from which I will learn, they said
And please for me, wont you teach.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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A Different Point Of View
(tennant/lowe)
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When Im sitting so close to you
Theres only one thing that I wanna do
But I know what youre likely to say
That Im going about it the wrong way
We cant agree about anything
Where to go or even where weve been
And I know what youre likely to do
Say that Ive never cared about you
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You dont believe a single word I say
If Id say black was white, youd say it was grey
But in spite of being treated this way
I still dream of you all night and day
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
Just this once
Just say yes
Please
Youve got a clever way of haunting me
Im never scared, but youre still daunting me
cause I know what youre likely to say
And I know that youll get your own way
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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From A Racist Point Of View
If I was a white man,
My intelligence...
Would not be considered arrogant.
Nor would I be noticed flaunting my pride.
Or be thought of as a novelty!
But because I am black.
And factually identified with a liking of it.
I am thought to be a fool.
Because I have multiple experiences.
And most folks who like their perspectives kept,
From a racist point of view...
Think all black folks they call niggers are fools.
With a proudness to display their ignorant redneck status.
And being called a cracker they love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gimme That Thing Called Love
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
You take my breath away, its not the things you do
But the way you do it, I knew it was gonna work out this way
Its beyond the point of pleasure, to the point of no return
I should know better, whatever, I guess Im gonna live and learn
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Reach out and touch me girl, I wanna tell you that its right this time, this time
Its such a sweet surrender, I feel myself going under your spell, oh well
Right or wrong, baby go on, just have your way with me
I dont scare that easily, whatever you want, please go on
Whatever it takes, take it out on me, come on
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Hold on, look my way, Im turned on by the things you say
I wont forget about the night we had
I wont be sorry for the things Ive said, this time
Reach out and touch me girl, I wont be sorry for the things Ive said
Its satisfaction guaranteed, I wont pretend itll always be this way
But at least Im gonna have my day
Beyond this point of pleasure, to the point of no return
I should know better, whatever, I guess Im gonna live and learn
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Reach out and touch me girl, reach out and hold me girl
I wont forget about the nights weve had
I wont be sorry for the things Ive said, this time
song performed by by April Wine
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Ha-ha To The Hee-hee
I may not 'ever' obtain a degree,
From M.I.T., Harvard, Yale OR Columbia University...
And from my point of view,
That is not a necessity to have done...
What it is that I do to have been pursued.
And that is to be read...
By those seeking a taste of my version,
Of reality.
Even one who had been depicted a fool,
Like me...
Could be the choice of scholars.
Especially those who can not believe,
They see my name in print.
And my words from their minds wont leave.
Deserving at least...
A ha-ha to the hee-hee!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Kisses Are Charity
Last night you breathed the deepest sigh
Turned away with those cold cool eyes
You said won't you give me space to breathe
And my tears gave you confidence to leave
Now you say i'm just to much for you
There are things you'll never know
If you lie and cheat so easily
You'd better go, go go go, yeah
All i know is how i feel
And my heart was always yours to steal
But you take and never give to me
Your kisses are charity
Your kisses are charity, yeah
Yesterday you were my brightest star
But even when you're near i don't know where you are
I was wrong to show my weaker side
Now it's much too late to cry cry cry
I was blind to put my trust in you
If you leave me i'll fall apart
Did you plan to make a fool out of me
From the start, yeah yeah yeah, yeah
All i know is how i feel
And my heart was always yours to steal
But you take and never give to me
Your kisses are charity
Your kisses are charity, yeah, yeah
Now you say i'm too much for you
There are things you'll never know
If you lie and cheat so easily
You'd better go, go go go, yeah
All i know is how i feel
And my heart was always yours to steal
But you take and never give to me
Your kisses are charity
Your kisses are charity, yeah, yeah
song performed by by Culture Club
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Noveltilize
You declare you are not racist.
I declare I could care less.
My steps I take,
Do not seek your acceptance.
Nor do I apologize for any rudeness you detect.
Whatever you are not...
I hope it isn't stopping you,
To discover who you are!
I'm living my life seeking not to qualify,
For an applied definition.
So many seem to do that...
To induce a substance,
That produces from them meaning.
Only to discover...
They are locked into something,
That has to identify one's color!
Or an abbreviation to 'noveltilize' their existence.
Note:
Noveltilize? When someone is seen from a novelty
point of view..i.e. not being human, but a 'thing' or an 'it'
as if a fad or something new on the scene. They become
'noveltilized' by those viewing. As one would observe an object!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Play That!
Call me names!
Convince others I am a 'nut'
Talk behind my back...
And make things up!
Distort the facts,
As you are accustomed to do.
Criticize my demeanor,
When I am out of view.
Tell me to my face,
How close a friend you are.
But you do more pretending,
And pretense wont take you far.
Do whatever you think,
I am not aware you do!
Screw around with my 'work'...
And my abilities too.
You and others who see me as a fool,
Will discover that 'jerk' isn't me but 'you'!
I don't play that!
Those games are for children.
And adults who still play them...
Aren't worth the time to return that crap!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indefinable?
I can’t define with certainty
what is or is not poetry
There are so many schools of thought
but I recall what I was taught.
When I was young and still at school.
That there was but one basic rule.
Most everything you write is prose
but poetry you must compose.
You choose your words selectively
so that they say efficiently
exactly what you want to say
but in a smooth and flowing way.
In common with all forms of art
sheer inborn talent plays its part.
All artists need to learn the rules
provided by the different schools
of thought which proliferate.
Study past masters of your art
so you learn to appreciate
artists who are worlds apart.
All poets write in their own way.
Free verse, free style or formally.
Some styles will last some fade away.
Why do you write primarily?
What is it that you wish to do?
What is it that you wish to share?
Your feelings or your point of view.
Are you afraid or do you dare.
admit that you don’t know it all.
That other folks know more than you
Pride always goes before fall
I think you’ll find that this is true
You can of course choose to refuse
all helpful offers of advice
and disregard all other peoples views.
Though in the end you pay the price.
I can’t define with certainty
what is or is not poetry.
Though I can say with confidence
that poetry should make good sense.
3-Sep-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Unlimited Point of View
Disabled, or Divergently Abled,
Depends on individual point of view
As by personal path recently led
My parameter is now somewhat new
For any roadway that is very steep
Or too rocky to be traversed on wheel
For every stream I may no longer leap
Other paths, providence does reveal
For every mountain I can not climb
Beneath rests a peaceful valley green
Offering a view still quite sublime
Each majestic peak will yet be seen
For every Eagle that might soar too high
A Songbird will cheerfully flit close by
Watching the stallion gallop in the sun
I know the jubilance born of full run
Point of view is a peculiar thing
Originating not from eye alone
Drawing from the unique mindset we bring
Rises each vision we have ever known
Each day proceeds to offer something new
As one chapter ends the next has its start
There is no such thing as limited view
If you but search with unlimited heart
poem by Mary Havran
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A true artist is born with a unique voice and cannot copy so he has only to copy to prove his originality.
Up Close and Vivid
There was a time,
I loved agitating.
Just to see different expressions,
Shown on people's faces.
Coming close,
To aggravation.
I knew my limitations.
I had gone to school to learn body language.
Interpersonal Communication.
And studying 'where' folks' feelings were.
You know...
Probing from afar.
Seeking to discover...
With just observation.
Who was disturbed...?
Who was emotionally disconnected,
And unnnerved.
And just 'who' was crazed?
Living on the edge...
Seeking to escape the maze of life.
Only to discover my own paranoia!
Today,
Few people are trying to hide their disgust!
Some are outright enraged.
With attempts to masquerade an outrage...
Many caring less,
If that it is shown on display!
And I am not quick to agitate...
For experimental purposes.
Not today!
Too many folks have venom in their eyes.
And I've learned to do what I've been trained to do,
From my early days of schooling.
I either wear my sunshades.
Or talk to myself!
Choosing to fit right in!
But I don't have to take notes today...
Too much of this 'stuff' is up close and vivid!
And I rehearse ducking...
Just in case a wild punch is thrown,
On its way to pay a personal visit!
These are not the times,
For one to blindly unwind...
To share false pretensions.
Too many folks are easily provoked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Very Last Time
Sometimes I wonder if Im still alive
How much abuse can someone stand and survive
How long Ive waited for this day to arrive
When I wont be a fool no more
Nobody knows how you push me around
Nobody sees how you treat me like Im your clown
I never made a sound
Its the very last time you will get on my case
Its the very last time cause
I wont be a fool no more
Its the very last time you will step on my face
Its the very last time cause
I wont be a fool no more
I still remember the look in your eyes
Just a reflection of the things you despise
But sooner or later Ive got to get wise
And I wont be a fool no more
Nobody sees how you treat me like dirt
Nobody knows just how badly a man can hurt
Youve got a lesson to learn
I can still feel the sting of your words
But I wont cry no matter how much it hurts
My head may go crazy, my heart it may burst
But I wont be a fool no more
No I wont be a fool no more
song performed by by Utopia
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Commits To The Giving Of It
How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally?
And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.
Especially if that point of view,
Is shared between someone loved.
And doing it to communicate too.
Too many people share relationships,
To become angry over nothing quick.
Just to begin an unending argument.
Too many people become easily offended,
When something different that is mentioned...
Causes one not to listen and refuses to pay attention.
And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.
How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally as true love is meant to be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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