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Pout On

IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .

You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.

IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitoka y,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .

You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.

Pout on.
Pout on.
Like the others who are shouting 'bout lost pennies in their pots!
Pout on.
Pout on.
Like the others who are shouting 'bout lost pennies in their pots!

IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .

You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.

You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.

Pout on.
Pout on.
Like the others who are shouting 'bout lost pennies in their pots!
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
Pout on.
Pout on.
Like the others who are shouting 'bout lost pennies in their pots!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wild Times

Wild times, until the light has gone
Wild, until the rising sun
Let us hear the sigh,
Of all the days gone buy
Wild times
Shine the light, down through the years
Through the fields of yonder, the veil off tears
And well take the time,
That is yours and mine
Wild times
Wild times, into the dawn
These wild times, will not be gone
And the music plays,
To these golden days
Wild times
You can here the sigh,
Of all the days gone by
Wild times
And well take the time,
That is yours and mine
Wild times
Wild times
Wild times
Wild times
Wild times

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list,
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He see you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
O! you better watch out!
You better not cry.
You better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
With little tin horns
And little toy drums
Rooty toot toot and rummy tum tum
Santa Claus is coming to town
The kids and girls and boys land
Will have a jubilee
He's goona build a toy land
All arould the christmas tree
So you better not pout
Better not shout
Better not cry
Better not sigh
Tellin' you why
Santa Claus is coming
Better not pout
Better not shout
Better not cry
Better not sigh
Tellin' you why
Santa Claus is coming
I mean the great big man with the snow white beard
Santa Claus is coming to town

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Whinin' Boy Moan

Van Morrison
Exile Publishing Ltd / Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Drop that coin right into the slot
Get it whether you're ready or not
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Well they call him Mr. Jellyroll
It's just the way he rolls his dough
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Well let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Cos he can do it better, better than anyone else
Whine, whine, whine, whine
All the winos down on Market Street
Roll on over to old North Beach
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Well he gonna sing and play for you
Exactly what he's s'pposed to do
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Whine, whine, whine
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Cos he can do it better, better than anyone else

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Hard Times

(stephen foster)
Let us pause in lifes pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor.
Theres a song that will linger forever in our ears,
Oh, hard times, come again no more
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay.
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
Theres a pale drooping maiden who foils her life away
With a worn out heart, whose better days are oer.
Though her voice it would be merry, tis sighing all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Something I've Already Done

Of course I care that you are there.
I am not without intuition.
Because I choose not to listen,
Does not leave me obligation free...
To acknowledge you as part of humanity.
I've never left you...
Physically!

My priorities as we speak,
Has a clarified mission I seek.
And you prefer redundancy...
With the hitting of your head,
Against the same wall.
And I will not be stalled,
By something I've already done...
Countless of times!

When we were finding shared time,
To whine together...
One of us, apparently
Got sick of it!
Enjoy 'your' addictions!
I am hopeful you will not extend,
Their insistence to overstay their visit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Backside Of Thirty

They say when you reach
the backside of thirty;
a midlife crisis looms in the air.

Midlife crisis!

Now what the hell is that?

Is it like the flu,
or a summer cold?

If it is, then I had mine,
When I got married
So many years ago.

So what happens?
When you reach the backside of forty.

Is it another midlife crisis,
or are you over the hill there?

Don’t ask me, I don’t know.

A government official once told me,
At the age of forty,
I was too far gone for repair.

That I was on the downward stretch.

Well here I am at sixty two,
and I’ve seen the backside of fifty.

But who really cares?

Your as young as you feel,
and I still feel like a little kid.

I go away at weekend
and play cowboys and Indians,
but in my case it is vicars and Indians
that’s why they call me Dodgy Dave.

Who cares if I’m a blatant fool,
I’m enjoying my life while I got it.
My advise to you,
is when you hit the backside of thirty,
you do the same as I do.

Act a little crazy,
and enjoy everyday you got.

13 June 2007

poem by David Harris
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Truths Dismissed

Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!

Chasing impossibilities,
Are those in grief with disbelief...
Each moment existing,
Had approval as they witnessed...
The unfolding of reality.

And it is the reality many wish to change.
Many can not accept,
Expressions of indifference...
Delivers consequences.
No matter what is claimed.

That which is observed,
And passes an acceptance by silent lips...
Is not going to suddenly vanish,
Because some find a tolerance...
Over a time that has allowed its growth,
People then indifferent...
Now whine it upsets and makes them sick.

Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!

Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.

Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard Times

1. let us pause in lifes pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor.
Theres a song that will linger forever in our ears,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
2. while we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay.
There are frail forms fainting at the door.
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
3. theres pale drooping maiden who foils her life away
With a worn out heart, whose better days are oer.
Though her voice it would be merry, tis sighing all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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That Dwindling Cash

People,
They do what they can.
In a season long on memories,
And dwindling.cash.

People,
They do what they can.
In a season long on memories,
And dwindling.cash.

We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
No need to sigh and whine on somebody crying.

We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
No need to sigh and whine on somebody crying.

People,
They do what they can.
In a season long on memories,
And dwindling.cash.

We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
No need to sigh and whine on somebody crying.

We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
No need to sigh and whine on somebody crying.

People,
They do what they can.
We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
People,
They do what they can.
We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
We all have got,
That dwindling cash.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left-To-Pout

I want to know what you want.
This beating around the bush skit,
Has played out.
From your lips to my ears...
I want to hear what this is about!
Come out with it!

You're gay?
Is that what you want to say?
Or is it,
You are cruiser friendly?

Don't claim you are a freak.
You'd be walking on the wrong turf,
In my territory.
On my streets.

What is it?
You're a lesbian in a borrowed body?
And you want to confess this to Oprah.
While the camera pans the audience...
To zoom and focus upon me,
Exposing my complete humiliation!
Has that been scheduled?
You know I need advance notification.
When is it?
Is that what this is?

And I am NOT delusional.
So don't look at me like that!
As if we are playing 'Jeopardy'...
And I haven't responded with the right question.
To deliver you from your game of 'Hide and Seek'.

Very soon you can STAY 'hidden'.
To play cat and mouse in an empty house.

I want to know what you want.
This beating around the bush skit,
Has played out.
From your lips to my ears...
I want to hear what this is about!
Come out with it!
Or be left to pout.

Come out with it!
Or be left to pout.
Come out with it!
Or be left to pout.
Come out with it!
Or be left to pout.
Come out with it!
Or be left to pout.

You're gay?
Is that what you want to say?
Or is it,
You are cruiser friendly?

Come out with it!
Or be left to pout.
Come out with it!
Or be left to pout.

Don't claim you are a freak.
You'd be walking on the wrong turf,
In my territory.
And on my streets.
And that kind of competition,
Is beyond my seeking.

Come out with it!
Or-be-left-to-pout.
Come out with it!
Or be left to pout.
Come out with it!
Or-be-left-to-pout.
Come out with it!
Or be left to pout.
Come out with it!
OR-BE-LEFT-TO-POUT! .

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing us but only in between us

In finding you
I find me, in looking for you
You look for me, so in finding you finding me,
We finally find out, there is nothing us but only
You and me finding you and me, there is really

No us, just some things between us, always finding
You and me finding you always finding two

Not one, nothing one, but always two, a separate
You finding me and me finding you in this search in futility

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finding Out

Theres something wrong, I cant get my finger on it
I must be looking over something
Sometimes at night Ive had to fight with this emptiness
Its been so hard to see, theres something more than this
Im finding out, Im finding out
Yeah it took a little ti me to get what love was about
But honey Im coming round
Im finding out
Ive had enough of all this hard core loneliness
I dont think pain is so romantic
Im just a working man
I feel each day go by
I couldnt understan d I was too weak to fight
But Im finding out, Im finding out
It took a little time for me to stand up and shout
But honey Im coming round, Im finding out
I have to thank you baby, honey I must confess
You have pulled me from this river of loneliness
Im finding out, baby Im finding out
Yeah it took a little time to get what love was about
But honey Im coming round
Im finding out

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Bottom

Lift your head up from the clouds
I know that you're shaking
Breaking down
How could you leave me
Garbage can
Never want to be your understand
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Lord can you help me get this weight off my shoulders
Can you help me I think I'm getting older
The pain that you left me deep within
How can I live living in sin
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
Sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom
How many times I gotta say
That you're never ever gonna get your way
Down in the gutter as I decay
Where you gonna leave me
Let me be
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me understand
And you know that I've tried
Don't you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
[x2]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
[x2]
Sticks and stones breaking my bones
No your words aren't never gonna hurt me
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now i'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you

song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Pooling From A Tank Of Picked Catches

Pooling from a tank of picked catches,
Examined and tested...
Eliminates second guesses.
And motivates with a boost what is expected,
From that which has been prime selected.

People wanting better know for them what is the best.
And there are those who refuse to accept,
With a getting for themselves...
What the rest can not get,
And...

They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun!

They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun!

Pooling from a tank of picked catches,
Examined and tested...
Eliminates second guesses.
And motivates with a boost what is expected,
From that which has been prime selected.

They're not in line with the others behind the times.
People wanting better know for them what is the best.

They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
And there are those who refuse to accept,
With a getting for themselves...
What the rest can not get,
And...
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done,
Just to kick around excuses.

They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun.

Like so many who just lived for fun.
Like so many who just lived for fun.
There were others who chose to get things done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finding it-LOVE

Finding it is so hard and is rare
Finding it sometimes takes years
Finding it is something that should be handled with care
Finding it can bring you laughter instead of tears
Finding it can make you happy and free
Finding it can open the LOVE in your heart
Finding it will open your eyes to see

That one you do find it, you will see it has done its part

By Frank Pulver

poem by Frank Pulver
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Life's Race

All want, the best things of Time
Burn ourself and always whine
Regret & lament, nothings good enough
Life was hard and too much tough
Magnify the context, Content unknown
Left the meaning of life Alone
Our much is little, more is less
Wants are the Needs, We always Press
Such higher and Intelligent Beings
Who take Life as End, not just Means
Purpose was Happiness, finding Glee
Accessed by some who were free
Rest ran Fast and Won their Race
But Lost to Life, when matched Pace.

poem by Samima Shah
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You are where you've been

You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.

You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.

You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.

You are where you've been.
And there is absolutely nothing,
That has remained the same.

And you giving in to what has begun,
Will not bestow upon you a patience...
From those empathetic with explanations,
Slowly participating in a show and tell.

That bling side of life you liked and kept polished...
Has been blemished by those ideals,
You hung onto too long.
And the fading of those times are gone.

You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.

You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.

You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bookends Theme

Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is over,
Over,
Over.
No good times, no bad times,
There's no times at all,
Just The New York Times,
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers.
We might as well be apart.
It hardly matters,
We sleep separately.
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all.
And we laughed them all
In a very short time.
Time
Is tapping on my forehead,
Hanging from my mirror,
Rattling the teacups,
And I wonder,
How long can I delay?
We're just a habit
Like saccharin.
And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue.
But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you,
I stop...
I stop and think it over

song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Don't Forget (22nd)

Don’t forget those times we used to laugh
About your silliness and awkwardness
I so love that about you

Don’t forget those times we watched
Some epic gross movie, I enjoyed
The best part was- sitting next to you!

Don’t forget those times we felt so uninspired
Yet your presence lights my fire,
You gave me so much joy

Don’t forget those times we just sit and talk
Sometimes you sang, I listened,
I cherish that moment my love

Don’t forget those times we used to eat out
The best days we had together
I wish that more would come

Don’t forget my words to you
How great and good you are,
I will say it again, if ever you doubt

Don’t forget those times of long silence
Yet our hearts beat as one
I will miss your empty corner

Don’t forget those times I didn’t speak
I was praying for you, I was longing
To be near you

Don’t forget those times of sadness
I was teaching you to rise up,
so you would know what you want

Don’t forget this special time, I allowed
My heart to love, I want to talk
I want to know, how about you?

Don’t forget that all we have, is but limited time
Just talk, just ask,
I have been waiting all this time

poem by Claire Ann Pajo Sansolis
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Hard Luck

Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,
An' he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an' through,
Why, he's no better off than you.

If whinin' brushed the clouds away
I wouldn't have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o' foes
I'd whine a bit, too, I suppose;
But when I look around an' see
A lot o' men resemblin' me,
An' see 'em sad, an' see 'em gay
With work t' do most every day,
Some full o' fun, some bent with care,
Some havin' troubles hard to bear,
I reckon, as I count my woes,
They're 'bout what everybody knows.

The day I find a man who'll say
He's never known a rainy day,
Who'll raise his right hand up an' swear
In forty years he's had no care,
Has never had a single blow,
An' never known one touch o' woe,
Has never seen a loved one die,
Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
Has never had a plan go wrong,
But allas laughed his way along;
Then I'll sit down an' start to whine
That all the hard luck here is mine.

poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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