Shady and Quite Below Grade
In volume and off an assembly line,
Reproductions they can produce.
And from the outside they feel proud,
Of themselves.
To be able to accomplish what they do.
But a recall of defections,
To correct imperfections...
Has those efforts they have made,
Seem a bit shady and quite below grade.
But with a sticking to the volume,
They believe this brings them praise.
They believe they've achieved a name,
For themselves.
Although it is the quality attempted,
That has brought them much shame.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And in singing, what my voice lacked in quality it made up for in volume.
quote by Hedda Hopper
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What Production Seeks to Achieve
Those of you who complain about the volume,
One produces that may reduce your sensibilities...
May or may not notice this,
The ones producing volume and sustaining such levels...
Of it.
Apparently have blocked out your complaints,
With the realization that even critics are giving attention.
And that is what production seeks to achieve,
N'est pas?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Four-Foot Shelf
'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf,
A forty volume row;
And every one I wrote myself,
But that, of course, you know.'
I stared, I searched a memory dim,
For though an author too,
Somehow I'd never heard of him,--
None of his books I knew.
Said I: 'I'd like to borrow one,
Fond memories to recall.'
Said he: 'I'll gladly give you some,
And autograph them all.'
And so a dozen books he brought,
And signed tome after tome:
Of course I thanked him quite a lot,
And took them home.
So now I have to read his work,
Though dry as dust it be;
No portion of it may I shirk,
Lest he should question me.
This tale is true,--although it looks
To me a bloody shame,
A guy could father forty books,
yet no one know his name.
poem by Robert William Service
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I took five years on the first volume, five years on the second volume, and ten years on the third volume.
quote by Shelby Foote
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My Goal and Mission
When happiness is achieved,
Is it more perceived than is received?
Does it have to be something that comes from outside?
Does it have to be delivered?
Or generated from inside?
I often wonder why some aren't satisfied,
By pursuits attempted or challenges tried!
It can't be all about things that brings a smile!
Or a certain lifestyle lived without denial.
There has to be a comfort in accepting 'who' one is!
Something that allows someone to feel 'lifted' and positive!
When happiness is achieved...
It can be seen in someone's face!
That's my goal and mission in my life...
As I eliminate all bullshit that's erased!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Fairy
Do you recall -- I know you do --
A little gift once made to you --
A simple basket filled with flowers,
All favorites of our Southern bowers?
One was a snowy myrtle-bud,
Another blushed as if with blood,
A third was pink of softest tinge,
Then came a disk with purple fringe.
You took them with a happy smile,
And nursed them for a little while,
And once or twice perhaps you thought
Of the fond messages they brought.
And yet you could not then divine
The promise in that gift of mine, --
In those bright blooms and odors sweet,
I laid this volume at your feet.
At yours, my child, who scarcely know
How much to your dear self I owe, --
Too young and innocent as yet
To guess in what consists the debt.
Therefore to you henceforth belong
These Southern asphodels of song,
Less MY creations than your own,
What praise they win are yours alone.
For here no fancy finds a place
But is an affluence of your grace; --
And when my songs are sweetest, then
A Dream like you hath touched my pen.
poem by Henry Timrod
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Dedication
To Fairy
Do you recall -- I know you do --
A little gift once made to you --
A simple basket filled with flowers,
All favorites of our Southern bowers?
One was a snowy myrtle-bud,
Another blushed as if with blood,
A third was pink of softest tinge,
Then came a disk with purple fringe.
You took them with a happy smile,
And nursed them for a little while,
And once or twice perhaps you thought
Of the fond messages they brought.
And yet you could not then divine
The promise in that gift of mine, --
In those bright blooms and odors sweet,
I laid this volume at your feet.
At yours, my child, who scarcely know
How much to your dear self I owe, --
Too young and innocent as yet
To guess in what consists the debt.
Therefore to you henceforth belong
These Southern asphodels of song,
Less MY creations than your own,
What praise they win are yours alone.
For here no fancy finds a place
But is an affluence of your grace; --
And when my songs are sweetest, then
A Dream like you hath touched my pen.
poem by Henry Timrod
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Smooze Appeal
You do something quite well,
I have yet to accomplish!
You seem to convince others of efforts made.
And compare yours to mine,
Without evidence.
And I am always asked,
What will I produce next.
Without any response given,
To the freshness of what appears.
It is clear your popularity,
Is based upon smooze appeal.
And my 'doing' doesn't ooze that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Mother Said
one day
as i almost
died laughing my
mother said
not to laugh
out loud because
the volume
of my laughter
shall be
the same
volume
of sadness
and tears
that follows
after
take moderation
she said
do not howl
or wail
do not have
a brouhaha
take the
little giggle
and the smile
take
the little pinch
of pain
in happiness
and sadness
let there
be caution
like day
and night
not so glaring
not so gloomy
live in twilight
stay in dusk
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it.
quote by Herman Melville
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To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be who have tried it.
quote by Herman Melville
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Proud To Be Loud
Listen up good
I got a lot to say
I know what I want
And I get my own way
I call em as I see em
I dont play by the book
One dose of volume
Thats all it took
Ive seen it, Ive done it
Ive heard it before
Now its my turn
To settle the score
Ill sing it, Ill shout it
Ill say it again
I dont care if they
Never give in cause im
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
You know Im proud
Proud to be loud
Well Ive alway believed
In freedom of speech
And Ive always been the one
Who practiced what I preached
Love it or leave it
Ill give you the choice
But itll snow in hell
Before I lower my voice
I live it, I breathe it
I gotta have more
Its full blast
And this means war
The power, the glory
Its callin my name
I wont start to
Play their game cause im
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
Im proud to be loud
And Ill never
Turn it down again no!!
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
Im proud,
Proud to be loud
song performed by by Pantera
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Non-Fictionalized
They are looking for volume.
Something to validate...
What I've known since the age of eight.
And...
I appreciate volume.
If it doesn't carry the same aftertaste.
And gives me vivid variety of assorted flavor.
They are looking to uncover style and content.
And I deliver that with my own approach to facts.
All as 'is' with original innovation.
I'm in the midst of creating history.
Yes I am,
Aware of that.
And...
They are looking for escapades based upon fiction.
And I,
Well...
I seek longevity.
There is something about it that appeals to me.
The non-fictionalized kind!
One that will always be,
Timelessly up in somebody's face.
With the making of fresh declarations.
And never outdated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zoomers
When I write my children’s stories
looking through the eyes of a cat
I often wonder what names
he gives to the things he sees.
They certainly wouldn’t be
what we refer to them to be,
so I have fun thinking
of alternate names to call them.
In the first volume I have published,
I introduced everyone to
half dogs and flying grub.
Now in my second volume
everyone will meet the Zoomers.
Any guesses what they might be.
A clue: A Zoomer flies at night
quickly and silently.
There is no prize for getting it right,
just the fun of guessing
what Zoomers really are.
poem by David Harris
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Replace Me
Replace me with another person,
Replace my efforts with his,
Remind me of the pleas you made,
Produce us further if you wish.
Promises are primroses, only they are sweet,
To look at and keep, forming the sunlight,
Making me dozens of helpers in return,
So produce us further if you define us.
Influences come from the page,
Sleep shall snake its way to a wonder
Where production of words occurs,
When the efforts between us shall preserve us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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In Full Volume
It started out with a violin,
bow drawn steadily across the strings.
With a haunting tune it did begin,
to delight me, which such music brings.
Now joining in with this gentle strain,
a lone flute took up the melody.
Its bright notes enriching the refrain,
creating a honeyed symphony.
Entire orchestra in full volume,
brought other instruments into play.
What powerful vibes suffused the room.
An overwhelming concertante.
This harmony of glorious sounds,
all bursting forth from the piano’s keys.
made me listen. How it all astounds,
this perfect piece, one of Vivaldi’s.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Pass the Crack
What can be said to those who are 'not'
Deaf, dumb or blind?
It seems as though they have been processed,
On an assembly line.
And mass produced to only receive deceptions.
With defections approved and encouraged.
What can be said to those who are 'not'
Deaf, dumb or blind?
When even blatant hand signs,
Can not stop them from their desires...
Of the experience of getting hit by a truck!
They've been programmed to accept its coming.
Much like their anticipation as they wait...
For truth to tumble from the lips of politicians.
They become ecstatic with hope,
By the words spoken by freshly minted visionaries!
What can be said to those who are 'not'
Deaf, dumb or blind?
'Pass the crack.
And if you want more...
Get back in line! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Sticking With You
(reed)
Im sticking with you
cos Im made out of glue
Anything that you might do
Im gonna do too
You held up a stage coach in the rain
And Im doing the same
So youre hanging from a tree
And I made believe it was me
Im sticking with you
cos Im made out of glue
Anything that you might do
Im gonna do too
People going to the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the cong?
But with you by my side I can do anything
When we swing
We hang past right or wrong
Ill do anything for you
Anything you want me too
Ill do anything for you
Oohoh Im sticking with you
Oohoh Im sticking with you
Oohoh Im sticking with you
Notes: corrected by moenkemeier
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Joy Inside My Tears
Ive always come to the conclusion that but is the way
Of asking for permission to lay something heavy on ones head
So I have tried to not be the one who ll fall into that line
But what I feel inside I think you should know
And baby thats you - you - you
Made lifes his*to*ry
Caue youve brought some joy inside my tears
And you have done what no one thought could be
Youve brought some joy inside my tears
Ive alwys felt that tomorroqw is for those who are too much afraid
To go past yesterday and start for today
I feel that lasting moments are coming fr and few between
So I should tell you of the happiness that you bring
Baby, baby its you - you - you
Made lifes his*to*ry
Oh baby, youve brought some joy inside my tears
Baby you have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
Youve brought some joy inside my tears
Baby, baby you have done what no one thought could be
He - y, you brought some joy inside my tears
Gotta tell you
You - you - you made lifes his*to*ry
You brought some joy inside my tears
- you brought you brought you brought some joy inside my tears
Baby baby baby you have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You made it baby you made it baby made it made lifes his*to*ry
- you you you made lifes his*to*ry
You brought some joy inside my tears
You have done what no one thought could be
- no-body ever thought it would be
You have done what no one thought could be
You you you made lifes his*to*ry
- gotta shout about it baby
You brought some joy inside my tears
You have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You you you made lifes his*to*ry
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my
Tears
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Shame
When the day is young,
And the laughs are thin,
I stayed the night too long,
And the colour grows upon my skin,
Shame , shame , shame ,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
Just pack and go and never return,
When will I ever learn ?
When will I ever learn ?
Not to turn and stare,
Not to turn and stare,
Shame , shame , shame ,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame, .............
song performed by by Xymox
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