Races Run and Done Just For Fun
Winning races,
Use to mean...
A change of pace,
Of those high stakes placed...
With a bet!
And this would excite
Those who made them with delight.
With a feeling 'something' has been won.
Today,
Races are run...
To go through motions!
These races run and done just for fun,
Are done just for the running.
Not to accomplish a thing for anyone.
Even the serious ones who have grown tired of the fun,
Done...
Are feeling a numbness from those races run.
With the best of political dupings pooped!
With hollow victories achieving nothing.
But a cheering of excitement heard,
From everyone.
In the beginning.
Then a stirring of jeers from those disappointed.
Find expectations resume a familiarity.
Leaving empty promises mouthed but not yet begun.
And a stagnated movement,
Returns with clarity.
A clarity of reality once hushed and shunned.
And everyone begins to see...
These races run to go through motions,
Produces for them...
Hollow victories.
And banners once held high,
Are hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Races, Horse Races?
I see the different races,
But I don't really care,
The color of the skin,
Not really my affair.
I see the different races,
And never do I stare,
I hate the mental braces,
That we all know are there,
For me there are two races,
The Good and then the Bad,
There are good Human Beings,
Then others that abuse,
The Bad harm all our Races,
And don't do us much good.
We're all brothers and sisters,
It's written in the books,
It's better to be noble,
Than just a bunch of crooks.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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I go to see grand prix every year, and I watch every race on TV for sure. I probably go to three or four CART races and three or four Formula One races.
quote by Emerson Fittipaldi
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If I was 30th in points and not making races and not being competitive in races, I could understand them saying I'm over-the-hill or I'm ready to quit or whatever.
quote by Dale Earnhardt
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At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilized races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace the savage races throughout the world.
quote by Charles Darwin
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Accompanied by a Wishful Vigor
By the time I was twenty-one years old,
I had served in the military.
Married and had a child.
Even I am amazed my clarity is unphased.
Or crazed by experiences.
That seems like lifetimes ago today.
Since between that time and now,
Those who are much younger than I am...
Are physically and mentally out of shape.
So glad I am I have finished several races.
With an acknowledgement I have made mistakes.
Met truth.
And stay away from delusions.
Doing that was difficult to do.
So many I knew,
Are 'still' undecided...
As to whose life to live.
And which races to enter to begin.
To BEGIN!
Can you imagine?
When I hear some of them mention retirement,
I wonder from what?
How can one retire,
From uninspiring routines?
And to do what next?
A shifting of a butt to remain in a similar scene?
Thank God I chose to specialize in the living of my life.
And not pretend a crawling on my knees done publicly,
Was not embarrassing.
It was.
But the recovery?
Introduced me to a peace of mind and happiness,
I can not replace by faking it.
I have finished several races!
And I was 'thisclose' on giving up on a few.
You know...
Making those easy excuses for myself.
Like many choose to do,
To prove they can successfully procrastinate.
And,
With an embellished zest.
Accompanied by a wishful vigor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Look For Evil
If you look for evil good you cannot see
For your eyes only tell you what they want you in others to see
Of good and bad races you keep telling me
But your opinions are different to mine we see things differently.
I've worked with those of different races and backgrounds and in truth I can say
That people as a whole are quite good in their own way
Of different beliefs and cultures but I found them to be okay
If you show respect for others respect to you they will pay.
When you start comparing races you I do not wish to hear
your ignorance on such matters only based on your fear
Of those you see as different to you difference you cannot embrace
'Tis wrong to condemn people because of their race.
If you are only looking for flaws in those who are different to you then flaws you will find
To the good that is in them you do become blind
In this multicultural World your thinking renders you as small
One must admire those who believe in a fair go for all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Holding Onto Yesterday
Barriers aren't meant to stop us!
Those that come stocked,
With mental blocks dropped...
To inconvenience.
Obstacles,
Struggles and delays may be gifts.
It's not for us to determine,
What part of this has God to do with!
Reasons unbeknown will be shown,
If we can get over 'ourselves'...
And those ego tantrums
Throwing our purposes off track!
Out of alignment
With minds seeking to defined themselves.
'Hey...
Garbage in, garbage out!
Leaving it to scatter about.'
If it was about the grace and poise
Of jumping over hurdles,
And being ambushed by grief...
That makes holding a deep breath routine!
It is not about those scenes that I see anymore.
None that makes my opened eyes,
Now see any clearer!
I wouldn't be winning races...
If I kept holding on to yesterday!
If 'faith' I kept wasn't going my way!
I wouldn't be winning races...
Or raging to chase my ambitions.
Peaches and cream? ?
I haven't seen a peach near anything
Resembling cream!
I wouldn't be winning any races...
Or able to make every night making love,
Seem like a one night stand!
Confidence was the key,
That was taken away from me!
I know you found yours...
Or I wouldn't be with you.
We wouldn't be together!
'Everynight? '
That's the way I feel about my life!
Where is your mind?
Inspired by and Dedicated to:
Paul Dailey-Artist
Hartford,
Connecticut
'Paul! You are a genius! May the Almighty
continue to bestow gifts and blessings upon you! '
L
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Winchester races
When Winchester races first took their beginning
It is said the good people forgot their old Saint
Not applying at all for the leave of Saint Swithin
And that William of Wykeham's approval was faint.
The races however were fixed and determined
The company came and the Weather was charming
The Lords and the Ladies were satine'd and ermined
And nobody saw any future alarming.--
But when the old Saint was informed of these doings
He made but one Spring from his Shrine to the Roof
Of the Palace which now lies so sadly in ruins
And then he addressed them all standing aloof.
'Oh! subjects rebellious! Oh Venta depraved
When once we are buried you think we are gone
But behold me immortal! By vice you're enslaved
You have sinned and must suffer, ten farther he said
These races and revels and dissolute measures
With which you're debasing a neighboring Plain
Let them stand--You shall meet with your curse in your pleasures
Set off for your course, I'll pursue with my rain.
Ye cannot but know my command o'er July
Henceforward I'll triumph in shewing my powers
Shift your race as you will it shall never be dry
The curse upon Venta is July in showers--'.
poem by Jane Austen
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Little lost chidren
Little lost children of the land,
Who will take hold of their hand.
Who will lead them over life's rough places,
Mother's at bingo, dads at the races.
They see the world through lonely eyes,
No one hears their cries.
Social workers face a locked door,
Who can they, their troubles pour.
Little lost children when you have grown,
When you have children of your own.
Will you guide them over lifes rough places,
Or will mum be at bingo, dad at the races
poem by Sheila Stead
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The One Thousand Herons
you have sent a thousand
herons in the blue skies
they will be landing on
some places you have not
been to, meeting races of
men, at different times
even when you are already
gone. These herons will
always be alive, even
when the blue skies turn
gray, even when the places
become hazy, even when
all the races disappear.
congratulations!
i hear the flaps of their wings
their songs and silence sometimes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mythology
The mythology of all the races,
And of Greek's oracles to teach many;
But, the African oracles will let me write out my mind,
And like a bearded man with the breasts of a woman.
To the Roman province of England,
To the theologians of Memphis!
And like the Cow-Goddess, Hathor of Dendera;
But, Zeus of Olumpus still rules the world today.
The Sun-God, 'Re' of Helpolis,
Of the bull Apis!
And these are all part of the mythologies of the races.
The Cosmic-God, Amon of Hermoplois,
And like Nimrod who founded Babylon! !
In pagan antiquity to teach us all;
Nimtod, Semiramis and Ninus!
And like the flight of a snake and an alligator.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Baby Just Care For Me
(1928) Gus Kahn, Walter Donaldson
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for me
Baby, my baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don't care
For cars and races
My baby don't care for
He don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Liberace's smile
Is something he can't see
Is something he can't see
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me
Original lyrics
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows it
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for
he don't care for high-tone places
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
Just says his prayers for
My baby just cares for me
song performed by by Nina Simone
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When I was young, I would go to the races and it was an unbelievable feeling when you'd watch them race.
quote by Mats Sundin
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Why Negroes Don't Unite
Why of all the many races in the country where we live,
Do we find so little union as the Negro race can give?
Is it lack of love? or color? who will give the reason true,
Why they cherish opposition more than other peoples do?
We'll examine for a moment, how the Negro race is made,
Now, we find them all complexions, any hue and ev'ry shade,
Scraps of all the human races in among them we can find,
All the many dispositions, ev'ry nation of its kind.
Ev'ry tribe will hang together, though among the Negroes found,
Which will bring about dissensions, on all questions that abound,
Ev'ry blood must have a 'say so,' red or yellow, white or black,
Differ always in opinion, racial union always lack.
Hark! the whites of this assembly to a special plan agree,
Lo! the red men now are holding their opinion, don't you see?
Aye, the blacks must have a hearing in the question of today,
Yellow folks compose a factor and the same will have a say.
Scripture tells how Ham was tickled by the shame of Noah's plight,
How his brothers with a mantle shielded Noah from the light,
Now we find that Ham's descendants keep disgraces well exposed,
While the children of the others keep a shameful secret closed.
From inheritance the Negro gets his levity and mirth,
More than any other species of the races of the earth,
He rejoices in reporting what will bring his neighbor shame,
Charity extends her mantle and the others cover blame.
When the race discards the fragments, by the others thrown aside,
And suppresses altogether sinful levity and pride,
Then begins a cultivation of a union of the race,
That will strengthen all its borders which for naught will yield apace.
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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I've run a lot of miles over the years, some fast and some not so fast. I've won some big races and I've had some big disappointments, but I enjoy the freedom of running and the challenge of training and competition as much now as when I first started back in high school.
quote by Alberto Salazar
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My Baby Just Cares For Me
(1928) gus kahn, walter donaldson
My baby dont care for shows
My baby dont care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for cars and races
My baby dont care for high-tone places
Liz taylor is not his style
And even lana turners smile
Is somethin he cant see
My baby dont care who knows
My baby just cares for me
Baby, my baby dont care for shows
And he dont even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby dont care
For cars and races
My baby dont care for
He dont care for high-tone places
Liz taylor is not his style
And even liberaces smile
Is something he cant see
Is something he cant see
I wonder whats wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me
Original lyrics
My baby dont care for shows
My baby dont care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for cars and races
My baby dont care for high-tone places
Liz taylor is not his style
And even lana turners smile
Is somethin he cant see
My baby dont care who knows it
My baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for shows
And he dont even care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for cars and races
My baby dont care for
He dont care for high-tone places
I wonder whats wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
Just says his prayers for
My baby just cares for me
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Obstinate
Obscure,
Obstinate,
Science, conscience!
Sweet memories,
Years after years,
Winger, swinger!
Carry me like a star in your arms;
And like the Beauty Shop around you.
I will,
You will,
We will!
Beauty treatments;
Exobiology,
of your emotion after losing!
Rallied,
Enter,
Locked,
Voters,
Undecided.
Woo, woe!
You can't stop it,
You can't stop him,
You can't stop her,
You can't stop me,
I can't stop you;
And, like a planet without a star!
Of all the Professors on this earth,
Within all races,
This is my legacy!
My muse and my word;
My mind and my works,
Between all races!
But, try to come back to your true love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The race and the entrants
Running the RaceRunning the race, the entrant is thinking,
How shall I go, shall I be fast tracking;
The man calls their names and they each get down,
But someone starts off early, oh what a frown.
They all get ready, and the man says ready, set go,
Off they all start, around the track they all know,
The runner he thinks, as he races along there,
Have I done enough practice, as the crowd do stare.
But; soon he starts to put speed in each step,
And races ahead, The pace has some depth;
As they come up fast to the first time round,
One of the runners knocks another to the ground.
The runner is now fifteen feet ahead of the rest,
He wants to win the race, another medal in his nest;
As the race comes soon to the end for each one,
That entrant remembered the race of life soon to come.
As Paul had spoken of the race we all run,
In life it's not how much we have, but what we've done;
We run the race of life, seeking to live right,
Serving God our Father, walking in the light.
As we get to the end of the race we run,
When we finish our race well hear hopefully well done;
We can't go wrong when we do right and serve the Lord,
Pray, show kindness and care, and study His Word.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Wolf Cub
rolled up in a ball
in the curling hollow
of your heart...
the wolf cub sleeps,
milk dripping from his chin....
dreaming of blood,
shadow and flesh....
your heart races!
the wind whispers
his lullaby...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We are at last on the high lands of Mexico, the districts which at least three different races have chosen to settle in, neglecting the fertile country below.
quote by Edward Burnett Tylor
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