Programmed to Switch Channels
If I pinched myself,
Would you feel it and say 'ouch! '
Would my concerns
Pull you away from a chair or a couch,
Ecstactic with empathy?
Until that happens...
Your understanding of my pain,
Will be as quick as shifting
From one boring episode to another!
We are programmed to switch channels.
It is a convenience to keep us detached,
And self absorbed!
We are only aware of the connection...
When our viewing habits have been temporarily delayed.
Or interrupts with an immediate personal discomfort,
We rush to announce to others with dismay and disbelief!
Until baseball season comes to help us keep score.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(No More) Love At Your Convenience
Your childish game is over now.
Lost your power over night some how.
Better see it ain't gonna be like it used to be.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I'm telling you tonight's the night.
Close your mouth
Turn off the light.
Pull me babe.
Pull me down closer on you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I really needed you.
I really needed you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Quit your tears and dry your eyes.
You know I hate to see you cry.
Don't you see,
Things gotta be what they got to.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Out Of Touch....!
ouch! ouch! ouch!
the guy is out of touch.
lacking in focus
he kissed the wrong girl
and sleep with her
in the wrong couch.
now he likes being
out of touch again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What's There To Defecate On The T.V. Tonight?
Inoculate existence to the pleasures of the screen
Preying heed at the altar in the service the settee
Enrichment to the popcorn in sterilized excitement
Taste the artificial flavor that butters your confinement
Drift in the sea of static electro phosphate discharge
Catching the cheap thrills for dancing with the stars
Watch your altered cerebellum supernovas serotonin
For that macabre fetish when Criminal Minds is on
You know you'll find excitement in another rerun
A life of two dimensions in Sony stereo speakers
Pull a sitcom or a drama imitating your connections
Until all that's left of us is hologram seductions
What's there to see on HD TV?
Just the bread and circus of enlightened society
Click Switch, Click Switch, and Click switch
Static eyes disolve pupils dilate and twitch
Nothing new on news, accept recycled tragedies
Filtered dialogues digesting spacious commentary
Programmed homicides -Suicides: celebrating Ratings
See news castors plaster consideration without virtue
Click Switch, Click Switch Click Switch
Legal queries and drive bys for regurgitated pastimes
Watch the minister of finance announce innovative tax cuts
A sequel in six months, will show recessions still at lunch
With a barging bin protest conducted after brunch
Click Switch, Click Switch, Click Switch
More celebrity activists preach a call to arms
Until another agenda fad changes their cause
Trapped Alabama Miners, Students fighting in Quebec
There's going to be another issue so just sit back a relax
Global warming's escalating, pedophilias the rage
Just enjoy the stable barrage of calamities buffets
At 8: 00 it's Family Guy, at 9: 00 it's Yankee Idol
Who needs real solutions when preaching to the converted?
Just
Click Switch, Click Switch, Click Switch
Until you pass the final twitch
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Whenever It Decides the Moment to Arrive
It may appear,
That another's suffering and pain...
Is theirs alone to endure.
It may appear like that,
To those viewing it...
From distances believed,
Protected and safe as they sit!
And it may take years,
For what on the 'outside' to come,
And appear before those with indifferences.
But it comes unexpectedly.
Without warning.
Announcements.
Or an acceptance proclaimed with cheers.
Leaving those with indifferences regretting.
But inflicted with a grief,
That offers to them no relief.
Or a quick sedation to assist the speed of forgetting.
When a pain comes to maintain a sustained visit...
It comes,
Whenever it decides the moment to arrive!
Especially to those,
Who are without empathy.
Whether felt or not!
Or chosen to keep hidden inside!
That,
Someday...
Will be addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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foRgivEnEss..
it is hard to forgive those people
who let you feel anger, pain
and discomfort...
it is the feeling or thing that you
can feel when your anger, pain
and discomfort were gone if you
have overcome them already....
It is a voice in your inner part of
your heart and soul that will help you
overcome those anger, pain and
discomfort....
No matter hard it is to give,
there is still a part of you that can help
make you easy to give to those people...
poem by Hannah Baquiran
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Too Trite to Feed One's Appetite
Unfortunately there can not be,
A transfer of insight.
Nor a capability to deliver another,
From emotional pain or heartbreak felt.
But are observations witnessed that different,
That two people will interpret the same thing seen...
As if neither had been there on the scene at all.
Is this called selective eyeballing?
I've been in the presence of someone,
Who tried to convince others who were present...
As to what took place.
With a look on the face that defied dishonesty.
However...
To announce an understanding and defend it with empathy,
Is believable as a performance and delivered from a stage.
But too trite to feed one's appetite who knows a real touch.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For the third season, we do a sit around on one episode where we were in character and then we commented on one episode just being ourselves, so - not really. I was comfortable, though. I wasn't nervous.
quote by Carlos Alazraqui
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Ouch That Really Hurt
Ouch that really hurt, When I fell the other night,
From my bed down to the floor, it must've been a funny sight;
Strewn about, arms and legs, Each in a different direction,
But what a shame I can't take, painkilling medication.
Ouch that really hurt, The way you spoke to me,
But most of all that did hurt, you said you loved me;
Another thing you really hurt, is that you can't be trusted,
You've changed, towards me, and yet blaming me you must.
Ouch that really hurt, The way you bullied me,
Its not fair, what you do, oh can't you see;
To force yourself, to push me around, please oh why,
When I go home, I feel the hurt makes me cry.
Ouch that really hurt, The harassment I get,
Because I may be different, it sure makes me upset,
Why can't you look inside my heart, it's the same as you,
Just treat me please as your equal, that's what you must do.
poem by Margaret Haig
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An escalator can never break: it can only become stairs. You should never see an Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order sign, just Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience.
quote by Mitch Hedberg
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To Who It Concerns
to who it concerns
My homework will be late
It fell onto my pancakes
and stuck to my plate
To who it Concerns
My mom made me write this
and I'm just a kid
so how can i fight this
To who it concerns
I lost my assignment
maybe I'll get lucky
solitary confinement
To who it concerns
I just turned 15
too short to be shortstop
too plain to be queen
to who it concerns
I'm great with a ball
but boys don't watch tomboys
as they're cruising the hall
to who it concerns
I'm not made of steel
when I get blind sighted
my pain is quite real
i don't mean to squawk
but it really burns
so I thought i'd just mention it
to who it concerns
By Kristine Sisk
poem by Erin Ryytty
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Make That Connection
Oh what would I do
Oh what would I do babe
Honey I have this feeling
Its never ever ever explained
Yeah Im afraid a part of my heart
Would always feel misunderstood babe
I would never know honey
I never meant to drive you away
Whats wrong?
I want to make that connection, that connection to you
I want to make that connection, that connection to you
What would I give if I could have you now
Baby what would I give to see your smiling face again
You know theres nothing I would not do
No river I would not swim, no mountain I would not climb baby
If I could have you right here once again
I want to make that connection, that connection to you
I want to make that connection, that connection to you
Tell me baby is it something I might have said?
Is it something I might have done wrong to change your mind?
Tell me baby is it something Ive have said?
Is it something I couldve done?
Honey somehow let me right all your wrongs
I want to make that connection, that connection to you
I want to make that connection, that connection to you
Oh what would I give if you would tell me just one thing
Honey what would I give if you would stroke my hand with your brow
Or whisper sweet things into my ear I would smile like a baby
I would be happy like a child if I could have you right here, right here, right here
Right here with me now
I want to make that connection, that connection to you
I want to make that connection, yes I do
I want to make that connection, that connection to you
I want to make that connection, whats wrong?
I want to make that connection, that connection to you
song performed by by Tom Petty
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To whom it concerns
To whom it concerns
I yelled at my teacher
but who cares he airn't no precher
To whom it concerns
my homework is going to be late
I will jst say it fell on my panckes and stuck to the plate
To whom it concerns
I faled my test
no one cares
that i did my best
To whom it concerns
I see alot
no one cares about the fight that we fought
To whom it concerns
I see alot of pain
but don't worry
this is just the begining of the lain.
I Feel Pain
I Feel Pain from the generations of mistreatment
I Feel Pain that you may not
I Feel Pain from years of suffering
I Feel Pain. From the discriminating plot
Some people think that I am crazy
Some people think that they follow in my ways
Some want no part in my actions
Some could care less about the previous days
I Feel Pain from everyone who almost did something
I Feel Pain from everyones hate
I Feel Pain from all who have lost
I Feel Pain from the ones who's help came to late
There is a lesson to be learned from all of my troubles
A lesson some might think is insane
You need to be aware of what you do to others
Because of you, I Feel Pain
poem by Patrick Cusick McKay Jr.
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L.a. Connection
Oh, carry home my broken bones and lay me down to rest
Forty days of cries and moans i guess i've failed to pass the test
I've been sent away not a thing to say
I'm banished from the fold
I'm a fallen angel who's lost his wings and left out in the cold
Ooooh l.a. connection
Oh l.a. connection
L.a. connection, yeah
Operator place a call keep secret but it through
Investigator knows it all he's at the window i wonder who
I've got to cut the line and let me drift find a haven in the storm
I got no time i need a lift to where it's sweet and close and warm
I say
Ooooh l.a. connection
Oh l.a. connection
L.a. connection
Hey, carry home my broken bones and lay me down to rest
Forty days of cries and moans well i've just failed the test
Feel i'm balanced on the brim should i lean another way
Like a flame that's going on the dim needs blessing from the day, oh
Ooooh l.a. connection, l.a. connection
Oh take me away i got nothing to say
It's got to be an l.a. connection, oh
Ooooh l.a. connection, l.a. connection
Ooooh, l.a., l.a., l.a., l.a., l.a. connection
Connection, oh
Ooooh l.a. connection, l.a. connection
Oh l.a., oh, l.a. connection
L.a., l.a. inspection
Ooooh l.a. connection, l.a. connection
Oh i'm down, oh i'm down
I can't take a rejection
L.a., need an l.a. connection
L.a., yeah, oh l.a. connection
L.a. connection
I'm flying away
Take me back home, i gotta get home to l.a.
L.a., l.a. connection, l.a.
Oh, l.a. connection, l.a. connection
Ooooh, ooooh, l.a. connection, l.a.
song performed by by Rainbow
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Electric
(john farrar)
From the beginning I was on to you
But like a magnet I was drawn to you
Dont leave me waiting here in the dark
Switch off the static of a broken heart
Were holding a live wire,dont let it go
Not before you know-
You make me feel electric
You turn everthing on
You make me feel electric
Your connection is strong
You make me feel electric
I dont want it to stop
You make me feel electric
Im still in shock
Its not your look thats getting through to me
Its what your human hands can do to me
You have a power to shake me up
Your touch is all it takes to wake me up
Were holding a live wire,dont let it go
Not before you know-
You make me feel electric
You turn everthing on
You make me feel electric
Your connection is strong
You make me feel electric
I dont want it to stop
You make me feel electric
Im still in shock
I never thought Id want this kind of affection
You are the exception-oh no
Ah,you make me feel electric
You turn everthing on
You make me feel electric
Your connection is strong
You make me feel electric
I dont want it to stop
You make me feel electric
Im still in shock
You make me feel electric
You make me feel electric
Your connection is strong
You make me feel electric
Im still in shock
You make me feel electric
You make me feel electri-i-i-i-i-c
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Summer: The Best Time of the Year
Summer is the best season to me
Whether it be swimming in a pond or waking up at three
Summer and I seem to have a bond
It is the time for baseball and other sports
Whether it's baseball, basketball, or football
It's where we drink Gatorade by the quarts
And this is my favorite part of summer, the best season of them all
poem by Nick Thomas
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Untwisting Them From Limits
From where did all these people come,
Asking for forgiveness for their evils.
What is it in the water now?
Where did all these people come from...
Asking for forgiveness for their pain?
What stuff is that they're puffing up?
What is this quick shifting in the mix...
Untwisting them from limits.
Oh Oh...
With a Oh? Oh! OH?
Now...
From where did all these people come,
Asking for forgiveness for their evils.
What is it in the water now?
Where did all these people come from...
Asking for forgiveness for their pain?
What stuff is that they're puffing up?
Oh Oh...
With a Oh? Oh! OH?
What is this quick shifting in the mix...
Untwisting them from limits.
Oh Oh...
Oh? Oh! OH?
And...
What is this quick shifting in the mix...
Untwisting them from limits.
Oh Oh...
Oh? Oh! OH?
What is this quick shifting in the mix...
Untwisting them from limits.
And...
What is it that stirred and benefits,
Untwisting them...
From,
Being...
Left behind!
Untwisting them,
From vacant minds!
Untwisting them,
From vacant minds!
Untwisting them.
Untwisting them.
Untwisting them,
From vacant minds!
Untwisting them...
From,
Being...
Left behind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Although It's Wrong
Part of me feels like it's torn.
Battered and gone.
And for too long,
I've beem missing that connection.
Although it's wrong,
I've determined it would be...
To reconnect to that kind of misery.
That part of me,
That's gone...
I don't need back,
But I feel something detached.
Although it's wrong,
I've determined it would be...
To reconnect to that kind of misery.
That part of me,
That's gone...
I don't need back,
But I feel something detached.
Part of me feels like it's torn.
Battered and gone.
And for too long,
I've beem missing that connection...
Carried on my back.
Although it's wrong,
I've determined it would be...
To reconnect to that kind of misery.
What's wrong?
If I'm missing a connection,
That brings me misery.
What's wrong?
If I'm missing a connection,
That brings me misery.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain
'Ouch.'
Once again,
Do you mind describing it?
For some reason,
I can feel my own when done.
But...
Your pain I am just not feeling.
'Maybe I should do,
What you've been doing to me?
To exchange the sensation.'
Comeon.
Let's be real about this.
What makes you think I want to feel 'your' pain?
Or my own self inflicted to prove what?
This is your experiment.
Not mine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Fast As Mohammad Ali (Fun Poem 77)
If I was as fast as Mohammad Ali
I could switch the light off
and be in bed before it went dark.
Sadly, I am not that quick.
When I switch the light off
and it, goes dark
I’m struggling around
to reach my bed,
bumping into things
left and right.
It gets so bad
that I have to struggle back
to switch on the light.
So if you are like me
not as quick as Mohammad Ali.
Here is a little trick tip do,
study where everything is placed,
then turn off the light.
It saves all those bangs and bumps
for another day.
4 May 2008
Author’s Note:
This was inspired by a quote Mohammad Ali once made.
poem by David Harris
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