Personalized Garbage
What better day is it than today,
To trash and put out on the curb...
All disturbing nonsense.
Every single bit of it.
Without a need to start an argument.
Like a chore over time that has been ignored,
Sack all that crap stored...
To get rid of it.
And set it out to stay away permanently....
From your front door.
And if it should be passed as you leave,
To get some fresh air inhaled and exhaled to breathe...
Don't acknowledge you are familiar with it.
If you do recognize this as personalized garbage,
Again it will be yours to reluctantly admit.
What better day is it than today,
To trash and put out on the curb...
All disturbing nonsense.
Every single bit of it.
Without a need to start an argument.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Escaping From The Garbage We Leave
At the end of any day,
A trash collector...
And someone else,
Who may have a Doctorate's degree...
Have the same thing in common!
Both have a lifetime association...
With the creation of garbage.
Whether that garbage is recycled or not!
Dropped on the street...
Or rolled up to put into one's pocket.
Regardless of 'who' is paid,
To pick their trash up...
Both can be observed,
Leaving something to forget...
To be hauled away from a curb.
And those perceptions of who we are,
With or without daily impressions to make...
Who we impress or charades we fake,
There is no escaping from the garbage we leave.
It's all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Curb Kickuh
You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.
U don't fake or take no bull.
And if it's not the way u want it...
You don't pull no punches.
You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.
You like to shake up stuff.
See that dust.
And direct how it should be cleaned up.
You prefer to stir a bit of lust with cussin'.
And when you've had enough...
U get tuff when it's time,
For folks to get up and leave.
You don't fool me.
You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.
U don't fake or take no bull.
And if it's not the way u want it...
You don't pull no punches.
I can be like that myself.
But at least with me...
U don't have to be so ruff!
Like u tuff or somethin'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Allowing Us To Clear Our Heads
What I have done,
Personally...
To ensure the new neighbors,
Adhere to policies that have been in effect...
For many years,
Is to suggest and recommend...
Their children not smoke pot in the front yard.
Or put their trash on the curb,
For the garbage men to pick up the next day.
What I have done personally,
Is to show them how to put their trash...
In garbage bags FIRST.
And even though it has been slow for them to catch on,
The rest of the neighbors and myself...
Have agreed to meet the new residents,
In their backyard after midnight behind a closed and locked fence...
When all of the kids have been safely tied to their beds.
Allowing us to clear our heads and live together in peace.
'And you say you have a prescription for this? '
~I begged my doctor to find a medical need.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Start 'Trippin' On My Step
Don't start trippin' on my step.
Or try to take the opportunity,
To leave your cluttered trash to unload.
Not on me.
Not today.Tomorrow...
Or anytime,
You believe I am available...
To take part in your side show.
I did not awaken on this day feeling blessed...
To be stressed by a mess,
You think should be left with me.
Not a nibble will you take...
From this plate I appetize.
Realize this...
None of your nonsense I will put up with.
Or sit and criticize everything in your life despised.
Don't 'trip'!
Or find a way to do it.
Not on these steps I am blessed to take!
Cleared of miseries and healed heartbreaks.
Either appreciate this movement...
Or stand aside to acknowledge my pride.
Deserving I am to be served my due!
And you...
Need to remove yourself from my path.
There is not an approval from you I seek.
Nor an opinion from you I ask!
Or cry a tear...
Empathizing fears you hold dear.
Who?
That ain't happenin' here!
Dont' start 'trippin' on my step!
Knock or try to block my happiness.
I'm not having it on my voyage.
Not today. Tomorrow...
Or anytime,
You believe I am available...
For you to ruin the peace I have found,
With the dumping of your spoilage.
With me you have chosen to put down...
And left around.
No.
Comprende?
Nada.
No rendevous!
I did not awaken on this day feeling blessed...
To be stressed by a mess,
You think should be left with me.
Don't start trippin' on my step.
'Trip' away...
And leave me be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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\ Sex
What did
Sex tell you
Yesterday?
Not to come
My way, today!
Why did you
Disobey?
Can you not
Stay away
Even for a
Single day?
Why do you
Need it -
Every day?
Can you not
Curb your
Urge today?
"You are a
Sex Addict."
People might
Say, to your
Utter dismay!
So it's high time,
You found a way
Of keeping your
Craving at bay! ! !
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Today (Earth Song)
Please oh please
where blue ain't green
so flowers can bloom and birds can sing
today
Hang out with your friends
cool breezing sun
and I'ma join y'all so we can all have fun
today
and blow me a kiss
and dry my clothes
while I run through the sheets like I'm 5 years old
today
You got the natural wood grain with the big ol' 'fro
your fresh 15's got me ridin' low
today
smile today
smile today
smile today
smile
today
See you got this new man
who treats you wrong
but I'ma do you good before your youth's been gone
today
and if you feelin' kinda grey
I understand
emotions sway but I'm still your friend
today
You got bugs in your house
that you let run free
but if they don't bug you then they don't bug me
today
See, I respect you and you respect me back
so I'ma make sure I put my trash in the sack
today
smile today
smile today..
(feel good today)
In origin brown you look so young
so let's spend the night 'n tell purple to come
today
and I'ma sing you a song so play that track
with the creekers in the back that so abstract
today
and as I take a deep breath
I close my eyes
I say a little prayer for the sun to rise
today
(tomorrow)
and I see in the morning all bright and fresh
and I'll be the girl in the yellow dress
new day, new day
smile today
smile today
...
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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By Your Own Right
You are here by your own right
You have struggled a lot and offered fight
What you are today is of your own vision
As you steered the course without any confusion
All divine objects are there by their own importance
We are here for doing any nonsense
After all why are we here on this earth?
Do nothing for whole life and meet with the death
We are here to breathe along with nature
That is only reality and our future
We do all almighty wants us to do
Rest all we leave it to Him as very true
What after all He needs us to perform?
Remain within his ambit and without any harm
Let there remain no uncertainty
As he will be there most powerful and adorable deity
Love to live normal way
As nothing is going to be snatched away
It will be far cry if we remain unhappy
It will be time to suffer by many
It is no shame to be poor
You need not go door to door
You lye on the single floor
He will always be there to anchor
So leave behind all worries
Go in for whatever you are expected to carry
You may feel near to him always
As your path will be illuminated with his grace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Loving That Taste For The Gutter
If they always call those they visit trash,
And on a daily basis they are around them.
What do they regard themselves?
Trash collectors?
Or recycled garbage...
Loving that taste for the gutter.
They can't leave it,
'Cause they come right back.
No matter what they call it they want it like that!
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
They love that taste for the gutter.
Whenever its suspected someone else will attack,
They will defend their trash with a coming back.
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
Yes they love that taste for the gutter.
They can't leave it,
'Cause they come right back.
No matter what they call it they want it like that!
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
They love that taste for the gutter.
If they always call those they visit trash,
And on a daily basis they are around them.
What do they regard themselves?
Trash collectors?
Garbage defenders?
Whenever its suspected someone else will attack,
They will defend their trash with a coming back.
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
Yes they love that taste for the gutter.
Garbage defenders,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
Trash collectors,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
But wont admit or quit,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
They can't leave it,
'Cause they come right back.
Because they love that taste for the gutter.
Garbage defenders,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
Trash collectors,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
But wont admit or quit,
Loving that taste for the gutter.
But wont quit,
That taste for the gutter.
Or admit...
A loving for the gutter.
And wont quit,
That taste for the gutter.
Or admit...
A loving for the gutter.
No they wont admit it,
A loving for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
No they wont admit it,
A loving for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
No they wont admit it,
A loving for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
Or...
Quit,
A taste they have for the gutter.
No they wont admit it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since I Am Single, Divorced AND Live Alone
Since I am single, divorced AND live alone,
To love every moment of it.
I am 'suppose' to have the sexual appetite,
Of a gutter whore.
I am 'suppose' to have anybody and anything,
Coming in and out of my front and back door.
AND...have issues with drugs and/or alcohol.
Because my loneliness sickens me,
And I numb my head to get away from it all.
I do admit...
Of having 'had' experimented sexually.
Being the only one on Earth to have ever done this.
And know how to roll a 'joint' to perfection.
I am 'higher' without doing that than I have ever been.
I 'might' open a bottle of beer to finish it the next day.
However...
Today,
And for many years...
My life would bore the probings of a Pope.
No joke.
There are more things going on in places,
Where people go to pray...
I would 'never' think about doing in my wildest dreams.
And my neighbors when they see me ask,
'Where have you been? We don't see you anymore! '
I respond with the deepest of shared respect...
'I am either writing, exercising or meditating.'
And even they raise an eyebrow.
As if I lie.
Even my doctors when I visit,
Seem to be over excited to examine me.
I do not exaggerate.
Since I am single, divorced AND live alone,
To love every moment of it.
I sometimes get a bit reluctant to admit,
I can not be more happier.
And that is 'legit'.
I don't have to be bothered to have a single argument,
Even with myself.
AND...
I refuse to feel guilty when I am sitting alone,
Enjoying every bit of my peace.
I 'know' I am deserving,
Because I have earned every dropp of it...
I will not resist.
Since I am single, divorced AND live alone,
To love every moment of it.
I am 'suppose' to have the sexual appetite,
Of a gutter whore.
And since I don't...
I don't imagine that anymore.
And when someone comes to knock on my door?
I KNOW they are looking for someone else.
'You've got TOYS don't you?
You have got to have TOYS.'
NO! I do not.
And just what kind of 'toys' do you imply I have?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Junk
Junk.
You don't need it.
Get ready for it to be depleted.
Prepare for a hunk of relief...
And a reprieve from stress,
A repression that had left you,
Down.
Finding you not wanting it around.
And all that 'junk' you once claimed yours...
You will be glad to remove it from your door.
To put it on the curb as trash.
Happy to leave that crap in your past at last!
And keeping up with the 'Joneses'?
Will no longer be a trip you wish to take.
Discovering your own journey...
Although delayed,
Much to your liking.
After you have decided,
To bite through your grief...
And get behind the driver's seat!
Feeling 'good'.
Like you should!
You may not have the financial freedom...
Being in 'debt' provided you.
But you sure will enjoy the view,
With a renewed and refreshed attitude!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paper Or Plastic Bag It
Give it to the can!
Paper or plastic bag it.
Set it out on the curb,
For the garbage man to come...
To take that trash to the nearest dump.
Do I want to hear anymore of what bores?
Not within these doors I adore.
Not where this peace exists unlimited.
Give it to the can!
Paper or plasitc bag it.
Just take it outside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Cash Ain't Nothing But Trash
(c. calhoun)
Walking down the main drag one night
I met a fine chick that looked- just right
She stopped in and i flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around, and with a fround
She said this ain't no circus and i don't need a clown
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
So there ain't no need in your hangin' around
Just to make the hit with that chick
I tried to get a cadillac right quick
The man at the place looked so strange
I had nine hundred bucks and some change
We disagreed, i tried to pleed
He said i ain't no chicken and i don't need your feed
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Then brother you're crawling we passed your speed
I'm walking and countin my bucks
The man with the gun said hands up
I tried to get away but i was too slow
He caught me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout, as he cut out
"you really lost nothing what you're crying about?"
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
And he took my watch and i passed out
I woke in the arms of a big cop
Police station next stop
The judge swung his fist down plunk plunk
Twenty dollar fine 'cause you're drunk
Dig up the dough, and you can go
And all i had was a buffalo
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
But i sure better get me some more
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Voted The Most Congenial
We must protect those who show us loyalty,
With affirmed committment...
To listen and appreciate their opinions when given.
Not many of us today live,
With a friend or family member willing to forgive...
Our temperments and selfish nonsense.
And I should know this from my own experiences!
Since I just happen to be observant.
And blessed to 'always' be one,
Who has a steady and sound stable mind!
Why do you have that smirk on your face?
'I admire your philosophy.
Now...
What is it going to take to remove it from your lips?
And to put it into actual practice? '
Excuse me?
All through high school I was voted the most congenial.
'And fifty years ago, both of us walked to school.
In the snow and carrying books too!
When was the last time you've seen that? '
That's why you and I hardly see eye to eye.
You want to introduce 'details'.
And this conversation has nothing to do with that!
You seem to always want to start an argument over nothing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man Your Garbage
Your the left over that no one eats
You just rot in the fridge
Until someone throws it away
Your the dirty dishes that no one
Want to clean up
Cause the left overs are still in the pan
Your the trash that stinks up the house
Your the junk that I need to throw away
But don't have the heart to
Your everything that I don't need
And yet your still here
Stinking up the place and rotting away
It's time to start cleaning up the place
And I'm gonna start by
Throwing all your stuff out the window
So don't be surprised if all your stuff
Is in a with all of left overs
And dirty dishes
And the trash
And the junk
All the stuff that's garbage
Including all your stuff that crowds up my place
I Wrote A Nonsense Poem
I WROTE A NONSENSE POEM
I wrote a nonsense poem
It said a nonsense thing
Yesterday is not today
And winter is not spring.
I wrote a nonsense poem
It didn’t have a name
It began and so fast finished
No wonder I’m ashamed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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How 'Emergencies' Are Treated
The first time I heard,
The word conflict associated with disturbance...
Something within me wanted to observe it,
To study and learn.
I wanted to comprehend how conflicts could start.
And who initiated them!
In my mind I compared this to an argument...
Something that began with nonsense,
Until a shouting never seemed to end.
As time goes on...
And the need for destruction and chaos,
To become prolonged as a show of strength...
I witness no evidence of benefit from this.
And those with a consciousness that evolves,
Are less inclined to get involved.
Keeping their enlightment misunderstood,
For weakness that is wished to share.
Although those expressing their love for peace...
Seem to be concealing a lack of knowledge of it.
In once quiet neighborhoods.
Where little of it today exists with the kids,
In absolute control
And discussions of choice of weapons...
To protect themselves from any suspicious 'visitor'.
Who tries to offer a pleasant, unpremeditated 'hello'!
Is profiled from head to toe before the cops are called,
Showing up late as to not to interfere with their secret trysts!
And today?
That's how 'emergencies' are treated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remedy
No time for nonsense,
Slipped that monkey off my back!
I caught it snoring comfortably...
And that's when I decided
To get rid of it like a sneeze attack!
It became too familiar,
Like old shoes I had to wear.
I got accustomed to hearing complaints...
And thought I too had blues to share!
But when I felt that burden ease,
I picked it up and kicked it out like trash!
No time for nonsense,
Slipped that monkey off my back!
I caught it snoring comfortably...
And that's when I decided
To get rid of it like a sneeze attack!
I've got a remedy ready and willing to use too,
If ever it decides it's going to catch me by surprise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Single Day
Every single day
We'll remember what we do today
Words we didn't say
We'll remember every single day
Then years go by
To wonder why, and wonder what we learned
Was that the bridge we should'a crossed?
The one we burned?
Every empty night
To regret a life that could've been
Maybe you were right,
just forget that emptiness within
So if you go
before that moment's gone
look at me the way
I'll remember every single day
From now on
You deserve,I don't know,
what the man I'd love to be
That's not the way it turned out
No, you fell in love with me
Everything you doubt
I will fight for every single day
Help me work it out
Make it right for every single day
But this I swear
I'd stake my life upon
If you go or stay
I will love you as I do today
And I love you
Every Single Day
From Now On
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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With A Kicking To The Curb
Although my journey...
Has seemed sometimes long,
With a prolonging of obstacles to face...
I have managed to slowly erase them with faith.
As well as a chasing away of 'expected' obstacles...
Presented to prevent what I must do each day.
I had to grow stronger and determined,
To prove for no one else but myself...
The steps that I take on the path I am on...
I am on it because I belong,
In the doing with a purpose.
And serving this purpose as it deserves.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I recognize my blessings.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I have recognized those foes...
Hoping to block my way,
From the crevices of shadows fading.
And...
On a daily basis I will and can say,
The Creator is responsible...
For removing opposition in my way that sit.
Trying to upset me with conflicts to afflict.
The Creator is responsible...
For not allowing this to persist.
And with a knowing of that,
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
All that which attempts to delay my mission.
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
To eliminate from me aches of all kinds,
From my mind to exist...
With an assistance only God can give.
It is with my Father's wishes,
The Creator of ALL there is 'that' is...
That has done this to mend AND fix!
And He, My Father...
Will not continue to permit,
The foolishness of nonsense...
To attack me with that kind of grip.
God has shown me I need not put up with it.
And...
With a clearing of the way for only HIS will to be done!
As it shall be...nonsense gets out of the mix.
Since The Creator alone,
Rules the Kingdom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Suggested That Exchanges Mint
When will the same argument,
Exhaust the nonsense of its fight?
Backs have buckled from the strain of it.
And those in the midst of these conflicts...
Have proven themselves to be full of excrement.
In need to flush with a new diet meant.
At least one that cleanses.
To refreshen the air with uplifting sentiments.
When will the same argument,
Exhaust the nonsense of its fight?
How can anyone sleep peacefully at night...
Feeling clogged up with a blockage,
That keeps them uptight.
A continuation manifesting waste...
That leaves a bitterness on one's tongue to taste...
Does nothing to produce a good scented atmosphere.
Not if wishful thinking is there to have it cleared.
What will it take to change and maneuver these moods?
Group meetings to sit on toilets?
With favorite beverages served to cheer attitudes?
Something creative has to be implemented.
Something suggested that exchanges mint.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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