Repetitious Are The Ramblings Dished
Repetitious are the ramblings dished.
About the broken hearted,
And who tossed them aside,
To disregard and dismiss.
There is a commonness linked,
Between all of them like this.
They seem willing to be victimized...
For a prize that does not exist!
A foolishness depicted...
Is what these creatures share.
Every few weeks,
Their weeping is heard.
And thoughts of others...
Aren't concerns they share.
They want to make clear,
Their feelings are felt like none other.
And after their points of views are relayed...
A sympathy is extended,
To their fathers and mothers.
Without a doubt as to 'why'...
Some have decided to leave these nuts,
Alone and crushed with a quick goodbye!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In It I Trust
I have felt pain.
But there was nothing to gain,
By a prolonged weeping to achieve.
I have been treated as if I did not exist.
By those I loved devotedly.
And laid to share a nakedness with.
Names I have been called,
Some of which were within listening distance.
As if I had been born,
Without feelings felt to experience.
I have had lows.
To make anyone's bottom,
Appear to be 'up' for me.
But...
Such faith I have and in it I trust.
I have felt pain.
But there was nothing to gain,
By a prolonged weeping to achieve.
I have learned many times to get up off my knees.
And to step over obstacles left to leave behind.
With a looking forward I do as I keep this belief...
My best to give is only for those knowing,
In the giving of it that is shared...
There is a mutual deserving of it to cherish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just to Share Their Good Wishes
Often folks are depicted,
To be less influencial than they are.
Most times than none,
This is done by relatives and friends of some.
With a demeaning of one's character.
From an innocence that is done!
Now...
If the one who is victimized,
Wins the lottery...
Or some other monetary prize.
Relatives, friends and those unknown,
Expose themselves from beyond closed doors...
And everywhere else,
To make themselves known.
Just to share their good wishes!
And...
Of course a taste,
Of what for them they find delicious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Don't Know The 'None' Of It
You don't know the 'none' of it.
Guess work does not make it exist.
To say you understand,
When blisters appear on my hands?
You don't know the 'none' of it.
Not with these feelings felt I command.
You don't know the 'none' of it.
You can hear and choose to listen.
But these wounds I bear.
And from them you are distant.
I appreciate the thoughts you share.
And your caring shown I am aware.
But you don't know the 'none' of it.
That's why I insist this chat we chit,
Leave us to land elsewhere defined and planned.
I rather not discuss,
A subject that makes me cuss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Have You Ever Tried To Share Your Bliss?
Have you ever tried to share your bliss?
And someone questioned,
What you wanted in return for it?
And when you attempted to leave it with them...
A look of suspicion began to settle in.
They would not let you walk away.
An interrogation soon was relayed.
'Why you wanna give me this?
I don't want this mess!
This bliss you give!
Where you from anyway?
Do I look like I'm in need that way?
Do I look like I'm some tormented fool?
And why you lookin' all peaceful?
I didn't just graduate from nursery school.
Get that attitude away from me!
Screw you! '
Have you ever tried to share your bliss?
And someone questioned,
What you wanted in return for it?
And when you attempted to leave it with them...
A look of suspicion began to settle in.
They would not let you walk away.
An interrogation soon was relayed.
And when you left as they requested...
Did the next person you meet,
Look at you and cross the street?
Afraid of your clinched fist and bared teeth...
Was ready to pounce on them,
Ripping them apart like an angry beast?
Sometimes it is best...
To keep a bliss felt,
To oneself!
Some folks will never recognize,
A cheerfulness one has...
That another might despise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just to Have Their Way
Issues.
Of all kinds.
And varying flavors are there.
Share yours or select one.
Discuss as many as you dare!
Those with them,
Aren't bashful at all.
In fact...
Those who sit,
Without willing to share their issues quick.
Are often dismissed as difficult to get along with.
Since they aren't afraid to say...
Those with issues,
Also choose to have their insecurities displayed...
To block what others may do,
Just to have their way!
And usually they get it...
Only to expose themselves dimwitted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mothers Always Want Theirs Sons To Be Happy
mothers always want their sons to be happy
and so even if they marry someone
whom their fathers dislike
it is always them who settle for a compromise
and tell fathers to be flexible sometimes
not to hurt the hearts of sons
but sometimes when sons want something else
that only mothers understand
something that fathers cannot really compromise
mothers still compromise
and walk a mile farther
just to make their sons happy
and their sons leave them
to places that only mothers
by their loving hearts
know.
only mothers, yes only mothers,
and no one else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tigernation
Within the land where tigers roam,
Some people spot their stripes
And on their PCs while at home
Perhaps they share their Skypes,
Perhaps they upload photographs,
Or videos they've made,
Beyond their times when they've had laughs
From some new escapade...
Some share their tiger images
Online for all to see!
For zoos and schools and colleges,
For fans like you and me...
And software then comes into play,
Identifying cats,
As they go prowling day-by-day...
Like they're aristocrats!
Thus tigernation's website grows
With images galore,
So many that one hardly knows
How many tigers roar!
The tigerfacts and articles
Are there, so please peruse,
Just pause a while as each enthralls
And share your points of views...
When you find each tiger's profile,
Will you check stripes and stare?
Will tigernation make you smile
At creatures oh so rare?
Will you support the work they do?
Will you support the team?
Will you help tigers, now so few,
Not simply think and dream?
If tigernation stirs your soul
And somehow warms your heart,
Perhaps it's time to take control
And try to do your part...
If tigernation helps you learn,
Please visit now and then...
Such is the tale of their concern,
They'll welcome you again!
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
Website:
tigernation-dot-org for news and views,
what you do then, is yours to choose...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Based on Biased Physicality
Do not feel a need you can share with me,
That 'your' life sucks.
Or interpret your situation,
As a bonding mechanism in belief...
There is a commonness of a 'we'
Coming together in a mental rut.
Your reasoning and perceptions,
Are based on biased physicality.
If things were economically fine with you...
You'd have nothing to do with me.
And this is clear to me as it can be.
Do not feel a need you can share with me,
That 'your' life sucks.
Or interpret your situation,
As a bonding mechanism in belief...
There is a commonness of a 'we'
Coming together in a mental rut.
What makes you think your sufferings,
Can compare or identify with mine?
I've never found the time to whine and complain.
Or talk or laugh behind the back of anyone...
To perceive myself in a better place,
And I should put them to shame!
Does any of this sound familiar?
Your reasoning and perceptions,
Are based on biased physicality.
If things were economically fine with you...
You'd have nothing to do with me.
And this is clear to me as it can be.
Do not interpret your current situation,
As a bonding mechanism in belief...
There is a commonness of a 'we'
Coming together in a mental rut...
Because of the present economy!
If there is anything I feel you must know about me...
Know me not to ever be 'shallow'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Family of War
Every morning I awake I fall to my knees and pray.
God, please make the war in Iraq come to end.
There are too many fathers and sons come home
in pine boxes. There are too many mothers and daughters
doing the same. Leaving behind fathers and sons mothers
and daughter with a last memory of them waving goodbye.
There is too much blood and tears of fathers and sons mothers
and daughters being shed all in the name of peace.
God please let our leaders see how many families are dying
and that war can never bring peace. Only love can.
This prayer is my gun and God you’re the bullet I’m shooting
to end this Family of War.
My Beautiful Rose
This is my rose
so beautiful so pure
It's mine and I will not bestow
I want to show it
but, they will take it
They can not, this is my rose
and I will not share it
Time transended
I had forgotten about my rose
my beautiful rose
As I held it
It felt so bleak
What have I done to
my beautiful rose
This is my rose
so sad so wistful
So I have decided
I want to share it
I want to share it only with you
I want to share solely with you...
poem by Elpida Sarnacchiaro
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Share My World
(vs.1)
Boy if you stay Ill always make sure
That you look to see a brighter day
Dont let our lovin slip away
The things you do, they always make me feel
Like theres no one else but you
Promise youll be true
Always
(chorus)
Share my world
Dont you leave
Promise Ill be here
Whenever you need me near
Share my world
Dont you leave
Promise Ill be here
So baby dont you have no fear
(vs.2)
To be with you would be like paradise
Everything would be so nice (so nice), so right (so right)
The joy you bring to me makes me feel so
Good inside
Its so right (so right), so high
Just thinkin about you
And my feelings I just cant hide
(chorus)
I dont know what I would do
(would do)
Without you (you)
When Im down and out
I think about
The good love you give to me
Oh, the love you give to me
Im so happy
So share, share my world
(chorus)
Ooh, la la la
Wont you share my world
Wont you share my world
(repeat until fade)
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Quick
Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.
Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.
Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.
Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm One Of You
Come
share with me your laughter
share with me your pain
share with me your strength
share with me your fear
share with me your despair
share with me your hopes and dreams
share with me your love
share with me your life...
Trust me...
I'm one of you.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Burr(r) Oak Cemetery aka How Cold is That!
In the south side outskirts of Chicago,
Where President, then US Senator, Barack Obama made himself known.
In Alsip, at the cold-hearted Burr Oak Cemetery, the owners,
-If you want to know,
Decided to ‘resell’ the land, not ‘loan’,
Previous plots,
-mind you that bodies were entombed,
-that were owned by others.
Some where famous,
such as civil rights icon Emmett Till,
Blues singers Dinah Washington and Willie Dixon.
Remembered,
- and some were not
The plots were the final resting spots,
For fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers.
.How cold is that?
Some bodies where exhumed, some of them were mutilated,
--and taken to a trash heap.
Other caskets were crushed to make room for more.
Headstones were removed,
--once for the family member’s memories to keep.
These souls are not resting in peace.
Come to think of it,
- Michael Jackson’s is at not at peace but rather at a ‘piece’.
His body is not buried yet,
It has been two weeks ago, lest we forget.
How cold is that?
Last Tuesday, there was memorial service for Jackson.
However there was not an open casket.
Was his body there?
Doesn’t anyone at the memorial service even care?
His brain is in a forensic toxicology lab somewhere.
It’s a pain to die, especially when you are or aren’t famous.
Where ever it may be,
Neverland or Burr Oak Cemetery,
- it’s rather incredulous.
By the way, where will the brain go?
Is it possible that they are putting Michael Jackson’s body on ice?
So to speak, for a few more weeks?
To make sure that he is all intact when Jehovah summons his body?
Is there no end to this mayhem, please help somebody!
As far as the Burr Oak Cemetery situation is concerned;
“The suspects, all of whom are black, were identified as Carolyn Towns,49,
Keith Nicks,45, and Terrence Nicks,39 — all of Chicago —
and Maurice Dailey,61, of Robbins. (Illinois)
They each have been charged with one count of dismembering a human body,
-a felony.”
How cold is that?
7-10-09
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Could I Critique Poe
Could I critique Poe?
Would he care to know,
My opinion of his vision.
Would the darkness felt in his heart...
Manifest more light.
If he chose to interpret,
From my insight!
How should Poe and I,
Share similar views on life?
Could I critique Poe?
I suppose I could...
With a wisdom I would bestow.
But how would that effort,
Allow my own to grow.
If from my own environment,
My experiences given...
Come forth from within,
To share as they are told.
And neither Poe nor I...
Would find that a critiquing,
To be the thing we sought...
When revealing from inside of us,
Those thoughts from us unique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somebody
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone wholl stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
Hell get my support
He will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
He will hear me out
And wont easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact hell often disagree
But at the end of it all
He will understand me
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and with every breath
Someone wholl help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I dont want to be tied
To anyones strings
Im carefully trying to steer clear
Of those things
But when Im asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
And things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
Ill get away with it
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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When you say goodbye
When You Say Goodbye
BY: Jean Pullman
I met you in a restaurant.
I didn’t even want to stop
But then you looked my way and you asked me for my name.
I heard your voice and I melted,
I couldn’t believe your touch when I felt it
But now you have to leave,
And inside I start to bleed.
CHORUS
When you say goodbye
You make my heart cry
When you say hello
You make my pain go
So please don’t say goodbye
No please don’t say goodbye.
For if say goodbye,
Then I just might die.
We’ve been talking for awhile
When I see you, you bring out my inner child
I wish that I could be yours
But, one problem you have a girl
A girl who’s suppose to be your girlfriend
Instead of filling she rips your heart wide open
You come to me and cry about your love
She I wish you’d get rid of.
CHORUS
When you say goodbye
You make my heart cry
When you say hello
You make my pain go
So please don’t say goodbye
No please don’t say good bye.
For if you say goodbye,
Then I just might die.
I don’t know what to do
Because I am helpless without you
I no longer want to say goodbye
I no longer will let you cry
I will show you a love so true and pure
That you’ll want nothing to do with her.
CHORUS(different)
I’ll bet she’ll hate when you say goodbye
You’ll make her black heart cry
You leave and now when you say hello
I know that you won’t let me go.
poem by Jean Pullman
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One Life
One life, is like one prayer, one love to share.
One thought, one dream. one world, one meaning.
A man thats lost everything holds his faith in his heart.
Speaks to God of broken dreams, never wondering why when nothings heard ... one prayer.
A woman cries in frustration, her man holds it inside.
They forgot what got them here, the vows they promised to stand by ... one love.
One life is like one prayer, one love to share.
One thought, one dream. one world, one meaning.
It dont cost much for you to get to heaven, you just got to say your prayers.
If you want to stand with your saviors, you better learn how to bow your head.
Now bend your knees and bruise the earth and pray.
Heed the cries of the war child. mothers hold them to their breasts.
Fathers fight an enemy and fear breeds unto itself ... one world.
One life, is like one prayer, one love to share.
One thought, one dream. one world, one meaning. one life ... one
song performed by by Queensryche
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As The Red Wine Into The Cup Is Poured
Christ the Lamb upon the alter stone.
Christ the sacrifice to atone.
Christ's blood, the wines a token.
Christ the bread that was broken.
As the grape was crushed to make the wine
so Christ was crushed for sins of mine.
As the red wine into the cup was poured
so Christ for me His blood outpoured.
As the bread was broken that we share
so Christ was broken upon the cross there.
'Father forgive, ' I hear Him cry
so I could live He was willing to die.
No Regrets
(rush)
I know your leavings too long overdue
For far too long Ive had nothing new to show to you
Goodbye dry eyes
I watched your plane fade off west of the moon
And it felt so strange to walk away alone
No regrets
No tears goodbye
Dont want you back
Wed only cry again
Say goodbye again
The hours that were yours
Echo like empty rooms
The thoughts we used to share
I now keep alone
I woke last night and spoke to you
Not thinking you were gone
It felt so strange to lie awake alone
No regrets
No tears goodbye
Dont want you back
Wed only cry again
Say goodbye again
Our friends have tried
To turn my nights into day
Strange faces in your place
Cant keep the ghosts away
Just beyond the darkest hour
Just behind the door
It still feels so strange to lead my life alone
Oh no regrets
No tears goodbye
Dont want you back
Wed only cry again
Say goodbye again
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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