Oh...You've Got Jokes Today, Huh?
Who 'is' you?
'No.
It is who 'are' you.'
'Are' Is You?
That doesn't make sense.
'No. No. No.
Listen...
'Is' you is incorrect.
'Are' you is acceptable text.'
I'm confused.
So you isn't you at all?
Although you 'are' but not 'is'?
Why are you staring at me?
'I'm just thinking...
WHO did you pay,
To get your Master's Degree? '
Oh...
You've got jokes today,
Huh?
'I hope I don't come in contact with too many.
And who is I?
I'm interviewing future doctorate candidates.'
Oh wow. Oh wow..
I just knows I qualify!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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English Class
English Class
Is supposed to be fun.
But when teachers make you
Listen to them while they talk about
Nothing
You don't really pay attention.
You drift off instead,
Floating around in your head,
Thinking about things that don't make sense
And about sense that don't make things.
You doodle on a page,
Or stare at the walls,
Or read under your desk,
Or stare at the teacher
And wonder how she managed to qualify
To be a teacher when she doesn't even use
Grammar.
I think it's stupid
To waste an hour of my day
Sitting doing nothing.
It's pointless to sit here
When I could do something
More.
I could:
Volunteer,
Or be in Drama class,
Or could be making a movie,
Or helping my mom,
Or hanging out with my friends,
Or helping my brother and sister learn to ski,
Or doing SOMETHING, ANYTHING ELSE.
This class isn't doing
Anything.
I can feel my love for English
Dissapearing.
It's sad that one teacher
Can ruin an
Art form.
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Thanks but no thanks
I will not buy a doctorate or any other second rate.
Useless diploma or degree that you are keen to sell to me.
A B.Sc or M.BA as long as I’m prepared to pay
You are prepared to certify not only that I qualify.
In any subject I may choose. There is no way you will
refuse to supply me with a degree. Almost not quite a forgery
Apparently legitimate but what these colleges don’t state
Employers who are worldly wise will refuse to recognise
Degrees which have been granted by some obscure university
Though you were fooled they will not be; employers are fooled easily
You will be wiser to ignore spam messages that promise more
Much more than what they can achieve. They should be banned I do believe.
They’re just a money making scam by folks who do not give a damn
About your future anyway as long as you’re prepared to pay
You have no come back legally you pay for your naïveté.
24/06/2009
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All the Jokes
All the jokes have already been told
And so instead, we tell jokes about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
So instead we tell jokes about how
All the new jokes aren't very funny
In fact, they're actually kind of sad
Because they remind us about how
All the jokes have already been told
But these jokes get old very quickly
So we make up new jokes about how
The jokes about the new jokes about how
All the jokes that have already been told
Are starting to get quite old
But after a while, once these jokes
Have gotten quite old themselves
We sit and listen to the silence
And wonder about the past, and how
All the jokes have already been told
Then suddenly, out of nowhere
Somebody comes up with a joke
That had been forgotten long ago
But is so funny we can't even breathe
So we roll on the floor, gasping for air
poem by Derek Ouyang
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Interview
(carly simon/don was)
A sweet young man sat on my chair
With a tape machine and a face of fear
He asked how does it feel to be who you are
I thought, this boy really thinks Im a star
I answered him with humility
And then asked him if hed like some tea
Interview, whos interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
He asked if the rug was some ancient, lovely thing
I lied and said yes a gift from a king?
I watched his arms and how his lips moved
He asked me if my parents approved
He asked to see my ruby ring
And if as a child I had liked to sing
Interview, whos interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
I said yes, oh yes 400 times
youre so open? he said do you always tell the truth? ?
never,? i said, whats that? ?
But how would it feel to hold me in your arms
You could get to know me down on the farm
Then you could see me as the child Ive become
cause being grown up can be so lonesome
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
Interview, whos interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
song performed by by Carly Simon
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God can be..... But he is here
GOD can be a Christian
GOD can be a Jew
GOD can even not be real
But GOD is here for YOU
GOD should know to stop a war
GOD can make a lie real too
GOD+ nonbelievers can't contact
But GOD can contact YOU
GOD maybe controls the sunrise
God may make the sky turn blue
GOD can't make some soul's feel good
But GOD is here for YOU
GOD can be your stranger
GOD can be a love come true
GOD may make no sense to persons
But GOD is here for you
GOD matters to others
GOD can't force some do
GOD is who you believe he is
That's why he's here for you you
Anyway is you're a believer, resister, or one self that doesn't care
GOD is open for your soul because he's really there
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Too Much In-The-Love
A position of proposition kept.
Researched...
With a common sense,
Not academic!
I am not someone to invite to test.
But I've never met an obstacle...
That has of yet,
Made me unhappy because we've met.
'Cause I'm...
Too much in-the-love!
Yes,
I'm...
Just too basic.
I studied all the books in school.
And as a rule I found this true...
I am,
Too much in-the-love!
Yes!
And...
Just too basic.
My Masters and my Doctorate,
I got early in life.
And the military taught me...
To be,
Decisive!
A position of proposition kept.
Researched...
With a common sense,
Not academic!
'Cause I'm...
Too much in-the-love!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just 'too' basic.
My 'degree' is in my 'own' history!
And my proposition spoken,
Is in my position...
Stated!
Too much in-the-love!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
I'm Just TOO basic.
My Masters and my Doctorate,
I got early in life.
And the military taught me...
To be,
Decisive!
And today I'm delighted.
'Cause I'm...
Just too much,
In-the-LOVE!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just too basic.
'Cause I'm...
Just 'too' much,
In-the-LOVE!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just TOO basic.
So basic I am wide eyed.
And I'm...
Just 'too' much in-the-love.
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just TOO basic.
And earned to keep!
Yes I'm too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Yes too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just too much.
Yes I'm too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Yes too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just TOO much.
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Without The Money
It is always the economy,
Affecting needs.
Always it is!
And not one's education...
Flaunted as perceived.
It is always the economy,
That breathes and feeds on greed.
And no matter if one goes to college...
It is not the Masters or Doctorate degree,
That keeps one perched...
High on a pedestal for all to see.
Without the money,
All pretensions can be dropped.
Oh without that money,
All the bragging seems to stop.
And it is without money...
No one talks about what they've got.
Or fingerpops with a bee-bop hopped.
If money is not felt...
A sobbing begins with a flow,
That can not be mopped.
It is always the economy,
That breathes and feeds on greed.
And no matter if one goes to college...
It is not the Masters or Doctorate degree,
That keeps one perched...
High on a pedestal for all to see.
It is that MONEY!
That holds a head higher than clouds.
It is that money making days sunny.
That ties that magic knot!
And if the economy doesn't feed,
A feeding of greed one receives...
A boo-hooing of tears becomes the reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Grammar Nazi
She doesn't goose step when she passes me by
She never says 'Sieg Heil' when I say 'hi'
She wears no insignia on her arm or upon her chest
And nowhere on her, do I see a swastika crest,
She looks so peaceful and happy from what I see
She smiles and jokes and laughs so happily
But then her demeanor changes in the wink of an eye
She becomes someone else, whom I hate and despise,
When I write her a message to talk about my day
I could almost hear her swearing though I am miles away
I could see her beating her fist down upon her hand or her desk
While correcting my wording and the spelling that's in my text,
She says my messages they must always be decoded
As my sentence structure to her is rotted away and eroded
She is evil and hateful when she curses me on my grammar
Then all I hear from her is nothing, but her constant yammer,
What ever happened to the person that she was once before
As she has never been judgmental or ever fought in a war
Who do you blame besides her schooling to some degree
Look and listen to her now, she's became a grammar Nazi
poem by Randy McClave
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Without A Drumroll Or A Cheering Audience
I was still in my early twenties,
When I felt I had earned my doctorate's degree.
After I had graduated from elementary school,
I had already received my 'bachelor's'.
I was taught to be accountable,
For every responsible action I made.
I did not have a childhood.
I had chores and responsibilities.
And had been a latchkey child by the age of 5.
That was before the innocence of children,
Were identified to be protected and realized.
I was taught to value independence....first!
I was still in my early twenties,
When I felt I had earned my doctorate's degree.
Married, divorced and a military veteran...
I knew my life had excelled through a course,
To experience early such maturity.
And that wasn't a choice!
But more like a marriage of enforcement.
And my tolerance for those who are ignorant is low.
Extremely!
Especially when I've seen people pull themselves up,
Out of places few would dare to go.
Without a drumroll or a cheering audience to encourage.
With so many today wasting their minds and time,
Debating their entitlements while sitting on wide behinds...
Expecting a delivery of some kind they did not earn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Hope Is In You
Rise and shine.
Rise above the barriers.
Rise above conspiracy.
Rise, my hope is in you.
I hope for a better day,
Tomorrow...
I hope for a great weather,
Tomoroww...
I hope for joy and success,
Your success.
My hope is in you.
My hope is in you.
I hope peer pressure
Won't mislead you..
I hope you understand,
Fun doesn't mean, ,
VIOLENCE, RISK and DANGEROUS!
I hope you live up,
Not to my expectations,
But to your possible opportunities.
Just be a kid, , ,
And i'll be a caring parent.
Just listen, , ,
And i'll inspire you.
My hope for this country
Is in you.
For you are the future
Of the nation.
Choose education,
Choose alcohol and drug
Free life.
Choose success not sorrow.
Because my hope is in you.
My hope is in you.
Be robust and intrepid,
Be courageous and considerate,
Be wise and focus on your
Future because,
My hope is in you.
poem by Siyabonga A nxumalo
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Qualified to Make Productive Contributions
Do you have a degree?
'A degree in what? '
You know?
Something that validates your intelligence!
'Oh...
Something that documents my discipline,
And education?
Something that verifies my verity,
To conform to the wholesomeness of humanity.
And I am now qualified to make productive contributions?
My life lived,
Has already provided the requirements.'
Uh...yeah...I guess.
Whatever that was you said.
'And...
I imagine you have at least 'one' degree? '
Of course!
I got me two.
And I'm gon' get me a job that pays.
'Hopefully not to teach English!
And...
Suppose I did not have that 'degree'.
Would that make my efforts less credible?
Would that make a fame or notoriety less worthy?
IF...
I should pursue that route.
I know this is difficult for you to believe...
But a degree doesn't measure my success felt.
And I feel pretty damn successful! '
So...
You 'do' have a degree?
'You've missed my point entirely.
And you...
Have been depicted as a scholar?
God...
Thank you for opening my mind,
And doors! '
OH!
So you've studied to be a minister?
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Business Is Business
You can not evict me!
I have a BA degree.
'AND...
Cut.
That was wonderful.
Next.'
You can not evict me!
I have a Master's in Engineering.
'And...
Cut.
I loved your attitude
Inspiring!
And next, please.'
You can not evict me.
Everything. EVERYTHING...
I own,
Has been repossessed.
You can not do this to me!
I have a Doctorate's Degree in Psychology.
Please.
'And...
Cut.
That was fabulous.
I loved the tears.
But keep this in mind...
To own is a debatable opinion.
And that concept is fading fast.
Now...
I can not promise you,
You will get your homes back.
But I will guarantee you all this...
We will keep your profiles on hand,
And as soon as our foreign investors arrive...
We will see which one of you,
Will be picked to represent their diversity campaign.
However...
All of you should feel proud.
I have never filmed such heart wrenching,
And quite believable emotional moments.
I am sure...
As the fees I've collected from you,
'Someone' will be impressed with your talents.
Although...
And you all know this,
Business IS business.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Doesn't Make Sense
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
Because you have become successful...
Doing what you have always done,
They feel you will become less successful,
If they ignored you?
I don't get it!
That doesn't make sense!
Haven't they always ignored you?
And you, them?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
If you ignored them better than they have ignored you,
Wouldn't that make you even more successful?
And that's what you've done in the first place?
Maybe they're trying to get you to notice they're ignoring you?
And you're not paying them any attention?
But that's what's going on anyway?
Wait a minute?
That doesn't make sense!
'I know!
And less of it is being made everyday!
Hopefully this will become very lucrative? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is It That You 'Do'?
Having an identity and keeping it real,
Is always interpreted as a false representation...
Amongst those who have never chosen,
To be themselves...
But a résumé to recite,
When being introduced to others.
'Oh,
Hello.
And what is it that you 'do'? '
~I live as a blessed and grateful human being.
Adventuring life and exploring my interests.
And you? ~
'Me?
I have a BA degree and I am working towards,
My Master's.
I am hoping one day to obtain my Doctorate's.'
~That's cool.
But.
What is it that you 'do'?
For you and others to share?
Other than try to be impressive?
What are your interests?
Other than confessing.
Pretentions to address.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Generation Of Tomorow
Where is the love, the one that helps us all live together in peace and harmony,
there are people dying, others are being killed, there is war everywhere,
we see our future generation getting hurt by all of this, what are we doing to help them know that the world doesn't have to revolve around voilence?
Because our world today isn't doing a thing to give them the brigther future we are hoping for.
We say we want them to have a brigther future?
But what are we doing to promote that future, are we helping them to be peacemakers in the future or voilent leaders that take what they want without thinking about the people they hurt in the proccess.
we ought to know that whatever we do in this day and time will reflect on our future genration weather good or bad.
poem by Oyindamola Oduwole
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The way we make sense of a realistic text is through the same broad ideological frame as the way we make sense of our social experience or rather, the way we are made sense of by the discourses of our culture.
quote by John Fiske
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The Sky People
Confidence and hope
I'm looking forward to future plans
Not able to realize yet
Makes me wanna take a rope
or swallow some pills any time
But let's have a look
In the distance I see light
Gives me satisfaction
Keeps me hangin' on
When stability is gone
I take my own life
I make the decisions
I have a goal
That's worth living
Confidence in what I do
realising my hope
That's the bright side I'm looking for
But I know how to take it
In times when my life looks shattered
and I'm not feeling to well
Confused when I think
Which direction not for sure
Dreams far away
Time doesn't seem to go on
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Tribute to The Garcia Family
Today your life begins all over again,
Today you have the opportunity to be happy in it,
Today you shall experience love, and feel the warmth
Of everyone who loves you more than yesterday.
Today you can choose what to carry with you and what
To leave behind.
Today you have to live your life as you know best.
For today is Golden as today is here, and you are here
To give and accept the love that is deserving.
Today is the culmination of every day past and future too,
For it will be what ever you decide to make it do,
Therefore know the truth, that there is someone out there
That is thinking and loving you.
poem by Charles Garcia
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Teach Your Own Children
Just because you're a professor
with a doctorate degree does...
not mean you can teach even
your own children their ABCs.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Politically incorrect, so what for M'lady Ernestine
When interviewing candidates
Because you’re trying to be fair.
You sometimes over compensate.
Although completely unaware.
You are discriminating for.
What you’re against instinctively.
Your methods have proved right before
You aren’t obliged to be P.C.
That you should feel you ought to be
completely free of all bias
To me is sheer stupidity.
Just pause a while and it will pass.
The candidates well qualified
So let your prejudice decide
Do as you’ve always done before
and choose the furthest from the door.
What does it matter how you choose.
It is entirely up to you
how you conduct your interviews.
You can do what you want to do.
Your methods may not be PC.
But they have stood the test of time.
By choosing almost randomly
You are not guilty of a crime.
That you are prejudiced is true
A simple fact you can’t deny.
But by selecting as you do
You’ll get it right quite possibly.
31/10/2009
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