Out Of The Forest
I would say today...
These times we live,
Are getting extremely ridiculous.
'You must have just gotten out of 'rehab'.
Some kind of 'wholeness' program.
Where have you been?
When I began to see grown men,
Baring their behinds and women...
Wearing,
Or should I say 'not' wearing too much...
To leave to anyone's imagination,
It was 'then' mind disconnections started.'
Okay.
So...
What would 'you' call these times.
We are definitely living our last days on Earth.
'Oh...
Now 'that' to me is extreme.
If that was true...
My last last days would have been many years ago.
I remember my mother telling me that.
'Boy, if you don't get out of my face,
You will soon see your last days.'
Yeah,
I think we all got on somebody's nerves as children.
But nothing makes sense any more.
'I think it does.
At least the hypocrites are exposed for what they are.
And those who say religion and politics don't mix...
Either lie to themselves or are being deceived by reality.
I see religion and politics having everything to do,
With how these times are.'
You know you will be called blasphemous,
For saying that.
'Hey...
You wanted to know what I would call these days?
I would say...
They are religiously delusional.
And politics continue to play a major part of it.'
You express a lot of bitterness.
'Yep,
I knew it.
You are on some kind of medication.
I am out of the forest.
I've seen 'those' trees before!
And I am glad I am not so blinded by the leaves.
People today are self expressing their insanity.
That's it.
And accusing those who are 'sane',
As the reason and cause for their problems.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Are The Days
Ah ah
Heres a song
About living in the past
If it was so good then
How come it didnt last?
If it helps you
Ill put it in a phrase
Those were the times
But these are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
The times youre smiling back on
Had that great sitcom
It hardly compensated
For the terror of the bomb
Let me help
cause youre looking through a haze
Those were the times
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey hey
These are the days
Can you hear me now?
These are the days
Look around look around look around
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey live today
These are the days
Its time to put the past away
These are the days
The more you do the more you say
These are the days
The more I need to get away
Youre longing for a time
There never was
Now tell me the truth
Youre looking for the reason
Its because
Youre fighting for youth
But if I have to listen any more
To fantasy talk
Or any other bug you have
Im leaving
Now Im not saying
Everything is really great
Hey hey hey
After sixteen years
Of legalised class hate
Why waste time
Looking back for things to praise?
Those were the times huh
But these are the days
These are the days
Looking back in history
These are the days
Time to get contempory
These are the days
The past is not the place to be
song performed by by Human League
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Glad They Have Been Abandoned
Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Regardless of what you might think!
But those of you who are still among the conscious...
Have to agree,
While this is going on...
The quality of life for all,
Is nearing the edge to a close call.
And about to fall off the brink!
Isolated and united in racist remarks.
Increases to diminish common sense!
Leaders are focused on catfight brawls...
While a once great nation,
Is showing a greater taste for sensations that stagnate.
Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!
And those who proclaimed these days would come...
Seem to be the only ones keeping their distance.
Since they have long been slandered and ostracized.
And clearly peaceful beings,
Who are glad they have been abandoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When We Were Children
There are times when our mind
slips back to a world we left behind.
To the days when we were children
and innocent to the horrors of humankind.
To the times when the summers sun
seem to last forever and a day,
when we were children
in that world so far away.
In those days when were not
corrupted by life as we are today.
Those days when beauty
came from the petals of a flowers head.
Those days when we were children
are gone to our memories
for us to lovingly remember
of a world we left behind.
18 May 2010
poem by David Harris
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Knowing Very Little
Someone knows 'someone'
Who has been quick to express disappointment,
Regretted.
That 'someone' who believes,
They were annointed to know everything...
Just because God has given them air to breathe.
Those folks are the ones,
Who say they have no interest in politics.
Announcing that religion and politics do not mix.
And knowing very little about either.
And even knowing less on a daily basis.
They do not read or participate in community activities.
And yet appear on a neighbor's doorstep,
Out of breath to express...
'What in the world is going on?
Do you know what I just found out?
I 'heard' there were problems with the economy.
And there was this Black guy on TV...
MY TV!
Telling me about changes he is going to make.
What on Earth?
Have you seen him?
Is this some kind of a joke?
What happened to Bush?
I feel I am about to have a stroke! '
They remain confined,
Out of touch and time.
And soon...
Out of their minds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Close To Being Labelled Blasphemous
Do you remember those times,
When it was said...
Religion and politics were not quick to mix.
And it was best not to introduce either,
To pick to discuss as a subject or topic?
Or be criticized for making attempts to do it?
And today,
Who is not being affected by both?
As those who oppose to have neither in their lives,
To choose to do as they have decided and wish...
Are the first to be depicted as anti-social,
Unpatriotic and close to being labelled blasphemous.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understood Suspicion
Sure I hear him say he is not like the rest.
And for many years he has been with them...
Going along.
And yet he says he had protested,
Those things done as he resisted.
If I choose not to be with anyone I do not wish...
It will not take me years,
To convince anyone or myself of this.
Sure I hear him say he has policies of change.
But there is something about someone,
Who makes claims like that...
But somehow represents conditions that remain,
Unchanged and the same.
It would be better if he wasn't a politician.
Those years he says he has been a maverick...
What makes him think,
If he has had no influence all this time...
Why would anyone give him more of it,
To sit with him and listen?
Folks today would do and say anything...
And knowing this from experience,
Leaves many distrusting with understood suspicion.
When a snake is spotted...
Most folks would not approach it,
To discover whether it was poisonous or not!
Like a dog with teeth...
It decides who and when it wishes to bite!
Remember this...
And I quote,
'What's the difference between a pitbull,
And a hockey mom?
Lipstick! '
And he has already declared women in politics,
As lipstick wearing pigs!
These are not 'those times'.
These are the times...
That 'IS'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonny
I'm sorry
I heard about the bad news today
A crowd of people around you
Telling you it's okay
And everything happens for a reason
When you lose a part of your self
To somebody you know
It takes a lot to let go
Every breath that you remember
Pictures fade away but memory is forever
An empty chair at all the tables
And I'll be seeing you when all my days boil down
But it's better where you're going anyway
I'm sorry
I heard about the bad news today
It's really hard to get through
Tough times and long days
But it really just depends on the season
For now we'll say goodbye
We know it's not the last time
I've lost the best part of my day
But it's better where you're going anyway
This is the last thing
I will remember
It's better where you're going anyway
song performed by by New Found Glory from Sticks And Stones
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Days Of Our Lives
How many times have you walked through my door
How many times have you heard my song before
How many lines until the end of time
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you hear mother say
You would do fine if you didn't sleep all day
Oh mother dear, I'll get a job next year
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you walk down the street
Avoiding cracks that were thrown at your feet
These rainy days were sent to make us pay
But these are the days of our lives
How many roads must a woman walk down
How many walls will surround the town
All that I am could get us out of here
These are the days of our lives
Did you believe in the stories at night
Weren't you afraid when they turned out the light
Oh, such a gas, I'm sorry it won't last
These are the days of our lives
These are the days that some of us regret
These are the days we learn to forget
These are the days that turn us out this way
These are the days of our lives
Of our lives
song performed by by Travis
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These Are The Days
My grandma was a wise old soul
Took me by the hand not long ago
Said, "Son, what's your hurry, boy slow it down
Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound
Of the wind that's blowin' through the trees
Rivers flowin' to the sea
Yeah they're all headin' home just like you and me
Life's for livin' child, can't you see?"
These are the days we will remember
These are the times that won't come again
The highest of flames become an ember
And you gotta live 'em while you can
These are the days we will remember
These are the days we will remember
These are the days we will remember
These are the days we will remember
So take 'em by the hand, they're yours and mine
Take 'em by the hand and live your life
Take 'em by the hand don't let 'em all fly by
C'mon, C'mon now
Ooo days go by
Yeah, just like a hand out the window wavin' in the wind as the cars go by
Days go by
song performed by by Keith Urban
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The Shoes Youre Wearing
Weve all seen enough wrong and right
To know everythings not black and white
Theres always something in between
No matter how long or well you live
You dont get anything you dont give
Still no slate is clean
For better or worse, anybody can
Take a look around and find a better man
Upright no matter how hes faring
No matter what kind of shoes hes wearing
The shoes hes wearing
They dont make the man
So many people out running around
Handicapped before they hit the ground
Thinking theres nowhere to go
Shouldnt we all be looking for ways
To keep on seeing our better days
Were not chained to what we know
But if your eyes are open and your mind is free
Theres no tellin what a man can be
Upright no matter how youre faring
No matter what kind of shoes youre wearing
The shoes youre wearing
They dont make the man
But if you cant walk through the best of times and the worst of times
Find your feet still walking the line
Youll never carry the load worth bearing
No matter what kind of shoes youre wearing
The shoes youre wearing
They wont make the man
The shoes youre wearing
They wont make the man
song performed by by Clint Black
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Locked In Padded Cells
Remember those days when religion and politics,
Were said should not be mixed.
And those with their differences,
Had been the reason a greatness existed.
And opportunities to enjoy liberties,
Was a reality not to be questioned.
Well...
It certainly can not be the fault,
Of those who created such lofty ideals.
Or the appealing visions of those,
Who initiated what today is being opposed...
And considered to be utter nonsense.
Although the expense to continue conflicts,
Threatening those dreams once thought obtainable...
Seem to be lifted from something 'science fiction'.
And those fearing the visits from aliens,
Should themselves be strapped in strait jackets.
And locked in padded cells...
WITH whatever changing standards they value.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The introduction of religious passion into politics is the end of honest politics, and the introduction of politics into religion is the prostitution of true religion.
quote by Lord Hailsham
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On Autumn´s Earth
This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
On autumn´s earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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On Autumns Earth
This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
On autumn´s earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Do we want an Attorney General who will play politics with the law, play politics with the court and just play politics with international conventions designed to protect our troops? I do not want to play that kind of politics. I am going to vote against Alberto Gonzales.
quote by Barbara Mikulski
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Remember The Days
Astley/fisher
Someone called me just the other day
I thought it was you, but my hopes were washed away
I picked up the telephone, it sent a shiver down my spine
I wanted to hear your voice, and talk about old times
(chorus)
Remember the days when we walked
The times that we talked for hours and hours
Remember the way it used to be, just you and me
Remember the days
Think it over what I say
I know it could be just like it used to be
Do you believe it baby, do you share my point of view
You know that I mean it baby, and all you have to do is
(repeat chorus)
What can I do without you, how can I live without you
The days gonna come, when Im on the run
So Im begging you baby please
Remember the days
(repeat chorus)
What can I do without you, how can I live without you
So come on girl Im begging you please
Come on and talk to me
The times that we walked
The days that we used to walk out in the park
Remember how it used to be
Do you remember, do you remember how good it used to be
Come on girl, I said come on girl
To the left, to the right, were gonna rock all night
song performed by by Rick Astley
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To Be Free of Not Having Children
My mother would have my sister and I...
As kids,
To go look for a nice sized switch.
Then strip it before she whipped us with it!
And then dared us to cry...
As if we weren't already hurting inside.
Then made us stand up straight,
As if at attention.
Telling us not to roll our eyes.
And not a word she wanted heard mentioned.
One day I did something...
And I chose from my mother to run.
I was stunned she was running right behind me fast.
She snatched me by the neck,
And proceeded to spank my ass!
Disciplined?
My mother played softball,
And my father had been a boxer.
Do you think I have survived all these years...
Trying to out foxed those two.
Knowing what they could do...
And convinced they did well at what they did!
Disciplined?
We were not told twice,
To do something again they said they did not like.
And my father did not have to raise a finger.
All he did was use his eyes.
'Daddy, please! Don't look at me like that! '
But my mother on the other hand,
Commanded well our ship!
Whenever she began to raise her voice...
Mimmie and I knew we were heading for something quick!
And crying we would do first...
Because we knew there was no exit!
I can hear my mother's voice today.
If I had threatened to call 911.
She would hand me the phone and tell me to dial.
And if the police should arrive...
They would discover a missing child.
Both of my parents were extremely humorous.
However...
My mama did not play,
If we did not obey!
In those days when parenting
Was out of the hands of the government!
And although we may have grown up 'slightly' dysfunctional.
Dysfunctions and all...
Today?
We are happy we grew up the way we did.
And if I had children,
Living today as these 'hardhead' children do...
I wouldn't dare them to call 911.
That option?
Not available!
Not if I'm to play poppa.
No!
They wouldn't get a chance to!
And I might be visited as I sat in prison!
But any child of mine...
Would get a rod struck to their behind.
Like lightening...hot and sizzling.
Sparing me the grief that today's parents find.
My children would pay me attention.
And we together would share respect.
Perhaps that's why I live my life blessed.
To be free of not having children!
I could not stand by as they lived lives,
Attracted to standards bathed in degradation.
I'm not 'that' patriotic!
And to live without feeling guilt...
Or in a remorse,
That leaves me in debt AND regret!
I am grateful to be that blessed...
Yes.
I know my limitations.
And I am glad I do not have children,
Insisting to see me pushed to them!
I love my life lived...
Without displaying a rage that drives me crazed,
And confined!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Days
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasures
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy doody
Baseball cards and birthdays
Take me back
To a world gone away
Memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days
Good times I remember
Gold days
Days Ill always treasure
Funny faces
Full of love and laughter
Funny places
Summer nights and streetcars
Take me back
To a world gone away
Boyhood memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
song performed by by Chicago
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The Days to Remember
Do you remember the days?
The days of Cinderella wanting to go the ball
The days of the seven dwarfs
The days when you believed in it
I remember those days
The days you held your mother’s hand
The days when you wished on a star
The days you believed that wish would come true
Do you remember the days?
The days of jump rope
The days of secret hand shakes
The days you believed it was just so easy
I remember those days
The days when you would hide and they would seek
The days of spending all day playing ball
The days you thought it would never get hard
We all remember those days
poem by Ambra Milton
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And That's Why
I didn’t call and wish you a happy fathers day today
Cause everyone called and told me today.
Did you need for us to call you on this day?
Just like the kids wanted to play that day?
I didn’t call and wish you a happy fathers day today
Because you haven’t seen your kids in 21 days
I bet they wanted to play within those days
So that’s why I didn’t call and tell you happy fathers day
I called and told my daddy happy father’s day
Because he calls me each and every day
When you didn’t buy those diapers
He came through, just like always
When the kids wanted to play
Your brothers dad came around and stayed
So I wished him a happy father’s day today
I wished all my single mothers’ happy father’s day
Because they go through the same thing i do
And they wished me a happy father’s day too
So that’s why I didn’t call you
You called too,
But I was sleeping
Because I have to work two jobs
To take up for what you don’t do
So that’s why I didn’t call you
I put your son on the phone when I woke up
To call and wish his father a happy father’s day
And guess what?
You hung up!
Now do you see why I don’t call and wish you a happy father’s day?
poem by Tylatreece Colbert
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