Scrumptious Heat
A cooling behind benched
On a sideline seat.
Retreating from a game
That pleases...
In a drenched uniform and cleats.
With thoughts of additional strategies to play,
On this day that guarantees a win and defeat.
With an appetite to kick some ass...
Missing balls long stalled and overpassed,
And wishing to satisfy a taste with licks dripping!
Feeling incomplete...
In such a scrumptious heat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Game Over
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your insistence that your opponent,
Has weaknesses you have capabilities to defeat...
Needs nore evidence,
Than those strategies used...
Produced to see you the one getting beat.
Huddling with neighbors and friends...
As well as family members,
Who have expressed their doubts...
Knowing your preference to embellish,
Have already signalled...
They believe you undeserving of more time outs.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your tactics to delay your removal from the field,
Only yields to your embarrassment...
And yet you wish to keep your deceit concealed.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your GAME...
Is OVER!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which One Would Have a Better Chance
Who is better equipped,
To endure a prolonged and costly conflict?
Those accustomed to it with an appetite.
Or those nurtured on video games...
Created in 3-D.
Turned off after a few hours,
To eat sandwiches and other snacks.
To begin again,
After studying what strategies to use to win!
Which one would have a better chance,
To defeat the other?
'That's easy!
Anyone who can afford to play...
And keep their game updated!
Hopefully with sustained patriotism maintained.
With lots of mayo.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kick Off Ball
Kick off ball,
Kick the ball to win the game!
But, with fair play.
Player,
Lyricist,
Arranger,
Keeper,
Composer,
Winner! !
But it was only yesterday that i found you;
And like the game ball in the land of your muse.
Face to face,
Again and again!
But pay and take it;
And, play the match to win the game! !
Play the ball,
Kick the ball,
And like the African Cup of Nations!
Race, ace, face, brace, mace, place, lace;
But words are things upon a thought,
And like something long lost! !
However, play the ball into the net to win the game.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Complete With You
i am incomplete without you
i am incomplete without your smiles
i am incomplete without your love
i am incomplete without your felling
i am incomplete without your teaching
i am incomplete without your touching
i am incomplete without your soul
i am incomplete without your dreams
i am incomplete without your body
i am incomplete without your happiness
i am incomplete without your heart
i am incomplete without your bed
i am incomplete without your tonight
i am incomplete without your sorrow and sadness
poem by Khushi throne
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Desperate Balls
You always tried to be so nice
But always got it wrong
Day by day you played your games with me
But theres no way youll win
But the time has come
Ill start another light
And now Im gonna stand
Stand on my own - Ive always been a man
Kick your desperate balls
Its my command the mighty fall
Kick your desperate balls
Received the blow forever tall
You got desperate balls
Double talk and desperate lies
You failed to see and recognize
So sorry for your puny minds
No salvation for your kind
You tried to take me on
For you Im way too strong
I showed you how to stand
Stand on my own - Ill always be a man
Kick your desperate balls
So watch your back or I might call
Kick your desperate balls
From left or right or from below
You got desperate balls
You call those balls?
Feel the weight of mine!
You tried to take me on
For you Im way too strong
I showed you how to stand
Stand on my own - Ill always be a man
Kick your desperate balls
Its my command the mighty fall
Kick your desperate balls
Received the blow forever tall
Kick your desperate balls
So watch your back or I might call
Kick your desperate balls
From left or right or from below
You got desperate balls
Feel the weight of mine!
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Depression is Anger without Enthusiasm
I read this quote
“Depression is anger without enthusiasm.”
I don’t believe that for a second,
I think depression is loneliness,
Feeling so lonely inside
Even if the world surrounds you
And knowing you cant blame anyone but yourself
But that’s just me.
And even worse
When the people you’d think know you best,
Don’t even notice.
Depression to me is
An overwhelming feeling
of defeat
Feeling that somehow,
In a game, you verses life
You lose
And there is no
Double or nothing
Or a such thing as re-do’s
Some of us accept it
And try other strategies
Others are left
Only to dwell
On what tactics they could have changed.
poem by Simply Here
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Me So Horny Edited
Oh, so horny....ohh, so horny....ohh, so horny.
Me love you long time.
Oh, so horny....ohh, so horny....ohh, so horny.
Me love you long time.
Me, so horny....so, so horny...me, so horny.
Me love you long time.
Me, so horny....so, so horny... me, so horny....
Me love you long time.
Sittin at home watchin arsinio hall, so I got my black book for a freak to call.
Picked up the telephone and dialed the seven digits.
Said yo this is marquis baby, are you down with it?
I arrived at her house, knocked on the door.
Not having no idea of what the night had in store.
Im like a dog in heat, a freak without warning.
I have an appetite for love cause me so horny.
Oh, me so horny....ohh, me so horny...oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time.
Oh, me so horny....oh, so, so horny....oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time
Girls always ask me why I buck so much.
I say whats wrong baby doll, with being a mutt?
cause my nature is rising and you shouldnt be mad.
I wont tell your momma if you dont tell your dad.
I know hell be disgusted when he sees your clothes all messed up.
Wont your momma be so mad if she knew youve just been had.
Im a freak in heat, a dog without warning.
My appetite is love, cause me so horny.
Oh, so horny....ohh, so horny...oh, so horny.
Me love you love time.
Oh, so horny....oh, so, so horny....oh, so horny.
Me love you long time
You can say Im desperate.
Even call me perverted, but youll say Im a dog when I leave you lost and deserted.
Ill play witcha your heart and will show no shame.
Ill be blowin your mind cuase youre lame to the game.
Im just like that man they call georgie puddin pie.
Ill break their girls hearts and I make them cry.
Im like a dog in heat, a freak without warning.
I have an appetite for love cause me so horny.
Oh, so horny....ohh, so, so horny....oh, so horny.
Me love you long time
Oh, so horny....oh, so, so horny....oh, so horny.
Me love you long time
Ohh, so horny....ohh, h so horny....oh, so horny.
Ohh, so, so horny....ohh, so horny.
Me love you long time
Its true you were alone until you met me.
I was the first to dress you up and made you sexy.
You tell your parents that were going out.
Never to the movies, just straight to my house.
You said it yourself. you like it like I do.
Put your arms around me and squeez me too.
Im a freak in heat, a dog without warning.
I have an appetite for love cause me so horny.
Oh, me so horny....ohh, so so horny....oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time
Oh, me so horny....ohh, so so horny....oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time.
song performed by by 2 Live Crew
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The Beautiful Game (soccer)
I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
I love you more than my soccer ball,
The one that’s perfect for amazing passes.
I love you more than me running along those different types of grasses.
I love you more than the cheering crowds,
The stands made out of plaster.
I love you more than that perfect kick,
That I have yet to master.
I love you more than my soccer cleats the ones that hold all reason.
I love you more than my coach, my soccer team and my season.
I love you more than winning that world cup,
That we have yet to reclaim.
I can’t believe I love you more than the beautiful game.
Incomplete
He's washing his face to start his day
He's only lonely. lonely, lonely
Nothing in the mirror ever tells him what's within
Now he's checking out the faces on the back of the milk
He's sour under all this pressure
Thinks the missing person looks an awful lot like him
And he starts his engine
Even though he's missing gears
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Cuz you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubts
And let yourself be found
He's sick of the ways to just save face
He's tied and tried, he's sick and tired
Tired of the holes that are keeping him in the clear
Push the pedal to the floor, the day before
He's trying to be always trying
Try to find an in, he jumps defying means
And he starts his engine
Though he knows he's missing gears
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Cuz you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubts
And let yourself be found
So he starts his engine
Though he knows he's missing gears
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where will you lose yourself?
Cuz you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubts
And let yourself be found
And let yourself be found
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Soccer: My Best Foot Too Far Forward
I have to go back a bit
To tell this story
Freshman year of college
PE classes were mandatory
Somehow each semester
You had to fit one in
To the burden of other classes
You had to carry gym
It was only for an hour
Twice or so a week
Cut too often and
You were up a creek
Hours in registration lines
No on-line to be on yet
Dennis and I checked our schedules
For an open slot that met
Friends for a long time
We were looking for a sport
We could both sign up for
Open field or indoor court
We both had jobs
That made it harder
Had to pay my own way
Parents provided room and board in the barter
We found a day and time
We figured we could meet
A sport we never tried
Soccer to teach us to use our feet
We got all signed up
Then headed to get some eats
'Hey Dennis said, 'Ya know
We're gona need some cleats.'
No clue of the need for shin-guards yet
We'd never seen a game before
Only rule we knew was no hands
Running and kicking was there more
We bought a book on how to play
Split the cost just bought one
Read it all before first class
We were ready to practice and run
That we did ran drills and hills
It's all he'd let us do
'Don't play to get in shape
Get in shape to play on my crew.'
Weeks went by and still no game
We didn't sign up for that
We kicked so many pratice balls
I was sure they'd all go flat
Then the day finally came
Pick sides to play and score
I asked for center forward
I was ready for war
Whistle blew I kicked the ball
As far and hard as I could
I mentioned I'd never seen a game
Coach screamed, 'Is your head made of wood? '
Instead of 'pitching it to a mate'
I played it the Americn way
He had me running extra hills
Before he'd again let me play
He figured the offside rule
Also didn' t register with me
I was now a fullback
'How you screw this up we'll see.'
Dennis tells this story
Like it was yesterday
Reminds me I hold the school record
Distance in a kick off to my dismay
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Women
Women behind bars, women in fast cars, women in distress, women with no dress
Women in airplanes, women who play games
Women in uniform, see that woman with her clothes gone
Women who satisfy, women you cant buy
Like women in magazines, and women in a limousine
Women who sip champagne, women who feel no pain
Women in a disco, and women who dont wanna know, no no
Oh, women wanting sympathy, women feeling extacy
Women who live in fantasies, bringing man to his knees
Women who boil to love, women who need a shove
Women who cant be beat, get that woman in the back seat, yeah yeah
Women in the usa, those women steal your heart away
Women into rock n roll, women who steal the show, go go go
Women that you write songs about, women that turn around and kick you out
Women you dream about all your life
Women that stab you in the back with a switchblade knife
Oh women, oohoo, talking bout women, all round the world
Yeah women, all the naughty girls, talking bout women, come on baby
song performed by by Foreigner
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The Meaning of Sight
These old eye-balls only know what they have seen,
dreams at night, and in the the daytime,
daydreams, so many times,
expectations unfulfilled.
These old eye-balls only know what they have seen,
too many things within a life,
too much left, when more was needed,
and it never was delivered.
These old eye-balls only know what they have seen,
as the epic left the thought of what it means,
upon the thinking and wishing of the hoping,
upon the losses of the winners desperate scenes.
These old eye-balls end up losing light today,
but, at least they sent the messages to thoughts,
and those remain there in the mind,
where almost anyone can find,
the extra - special meaning that they brought.
poem by Barry Van Allen
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Don’t Compare
Cats play; dogs play;
No play is superior.
Game is with balls;
Game is with sticks;
No game is superior.
Comparison is futile.
Congress is in peril.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Got You By The Balls
Hey mister businessman
Head of the company
Are you looking for a lady
One who likes to please?
Hey mister businessman
This one likes to tease
With a special service
In french quantities
But she wont sacrifice
What you want tonight
She wont come across
Unless theres money in her hand
And shes calling all the shots
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
Hey mister businessman
High society
She can play the school girl
And spank you all you please
But she wont sacrifice
What you want tonight
She wont come across
Unless theres money in her hand
She dont go overtime
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
(kiss your balls goodbye)
Hang it left, hang it right,
Got you by the balls
Got your shorts, got your curlies
Got you - by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
Yeah, yeah
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
She got you by the balls
song performed by by AC-DC
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Gonna Live My Life For The Love Of It
Not gonna deal with the BS no more.
Or with the dirt left at my front door.
No more, no more, no more...
No more, no more!
Not gonna fight against ignorance.
Or with conditions that present it.
No more, no more, no more...
No more, no more!
I've grown to want a better appetite.
I like.
For my life.
Without a bit of blight,
To nibble off a piece of it...
To satisfy my hungered sight!
I've grown to want a better appetite.
I like.
For my life.
And spiced my way,
With a taste I can say is for me...
Done just right!
Not gonna fight against ignorance.
Or with conditions that present it.
No more, no more, no more...
No more, no more!
I've grown to want a better appetite.
I like.
For my life.
Without a bit of blight,
To nibble off a piece of it!
I've grown to want a better appetite.
I like.
With a taste I can say is for me...
Done just right!
No more, no more, no more...
Denying it.
No more, no more, no more...
Refusing it.
No more, no more, no more...
Unhappiness.
Gonna live my life for the love of it.
Today and always.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hot! Like a Heat Hot Drops
Hot!
Like a heat hot.
These past few days,
In the first week of July 2010...
With humidity high.
Sweltering the air and wetting the skin.
Not a part of the body remains dry outside.
And usually it is the month of August,
That simmers in New England...
With an egg on rocks to fry.
Hot!
Like a heat hot drops,
Moisture undenied.
Cooling to dry has to be done inside.
Unless one is among the unfortunate.
With a crying done that goes undetected.
Since tears from the eyes go unrecognized.
Hot!
Like a heat hot,
Drops.
As temperatures soar.
Dripping a salty sweat from every known pore.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Commenting On Tony's Poem....deciphering...
a darling leaves appetite of sweet tongue
In a pointed bit of the heart with a daring
stunt of a satisfy embrace, take my desire to
cleanse my nothingness
(do you desire to remove the emptiness?
that sweet tongue that licks the heart of the lonely man,
that embrace that puts suns in the bosom?)
oh! garrison of sweet request, the bounty
hold on to catch the endless venture of
lasting memories to lend on the rapacious
appetite of my bosom soul
(the garrison of delights, those memories
that lust, what appetite is there?)
tarnish it with snapshot delight of nothing
and forward the driven heart to ponder the
quest of emptiness, I induce to pieces of
great surrender
(did you drive your heart towards more empty spaces?)
do you intend to surrender? and quit? and embrace defeat?)
where can I turn to, when the journey
shallow by the night of rapture, sail on that
envy of my cause for only in giving fully, the
enduring heart has had come to voyage
endlessly
(do you have no one to turn to?
is your heart a boat that shall sail endlessly?
no destination? no port? nothing about the idea of any
home for eventual return? just in case?)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kick, Kick, Kick.
When hurt kick,
When lonely kick,
When embaressed kick,
When happy kick,
When sad kick,
When nervous kick,
When laughing kick,
When crying kick,
When sick kick,
When playing kick,
When dead kick...
If you can!
I mean, what are those feet for?
Kick, kick, kick...
If you still can!
poem by Azeem AbdulRahim
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Make Sure Your Game Is Fresh
When you play a game...
Make sure your game is fresh!
You wouldn't want to play the same game,
Someone else may beat you at your best!
And you are the one that becomes tested,
Leaving you with a quest that doesn't satisfy
Or give you any rest...
You thought would make time fly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just to Satisfy You
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through
Someone's gonna pay for the things you do
How many hearts must break, how many will it take
To satisfy you, just to satisfy you
Another love, another fool
To play your game
Another love, another fool
They're all the same
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through
Don't be surprised if that someone is you
You're gonna find when it's too late, a heart that just won't break
To satisfy you, just to satisfy you
How many tears were cried, how many dreams have died
To satisfy you, just to satisfy you
song performed by by Waylon Jennings, lyrics by Don Bowman & Waylon Jennings from Black on Black (February 1982)
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