Some Comments Assisted With Added Doodles
I have yet,
To go to the sink...
To turn on the faucet.
What you hear,
Is the tapping of my pen...
Beginning,
I hope...
To compose something of interest.
I've made some comments,
Assisted with added doodles...
If you'd like to see them?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doodles
I've got plenty made doodles.
Some done and some new doodles too.
I've got plenty made doodles.
And doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
I've got plenty made doodles.
Some done and some new doodles too.
I've got plenty made doodles.
And doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
I've got plenty made doodles.
Some done and some new doodles too.
I've got plenty made doodles.
And doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
I've got plenty made doodles.
Some done and some new doodles too.
I've got plenty made doodles.
And doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
I've got plenty made doodles.
And doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
I've got plenty made doodles.
And...
Doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
I've got plenty made doodles.
And...
Doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
Doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
Doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
I've got plenty made doodles
I've got plenty made doodles.
And...
Doing those doodles is what I choose,
When doing those doodles I choose to do.
I've got plenty made doodles.
I've got plenty made doodles.
I...
Do all my doodles with doodles done.
I do all my doodles with doodles done.
Do all my doodles with doodles done.
I do all my doodles I do all my doodles.
I do all my doodles with doodles done.
I do all my doodles with doodles done.
I do all my doodles with doodles done.
I do all my doodles I do all my doodles.
I do all my doodles with doodles done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Aware And Conscious Of It
I know who has been on my side,
And who hasn't.
That has been my one weakness,
And flaw.
Being aware and conscious of it,
Around those still connected to nonsense...
Will get comments made from those,
Who have yet to identify themselves...
With feelings they project on others.
And the depth of what being human means.
Many have not awakened from their delusions.
And I have never been given the opportunity,
To find my own.
None to pretend I was better than someone else.
'I have never heard you talk about yourself! '
Why should I do that...
If no one has express the interest?
I rather like to hear,
Those perceptions made of me.
They are far more interesting,
Than the reality lived I know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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While my interest in natural history has added very little to my sum of achievement, it has added immeasurably to my sum of enjoyment in life.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What you compose with is neither here nor there, you compose with words, or you compose with stone plants and trees, or you compose with events; the Sheriff's officer, or whatever.
quote by Ian Hamilton Finlay
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It was because of my great interest in the West, and my belief that its development would be assisted by the interest I could awaken in others, that I decided to bring the West to the East through the medium of the Wild West Show.
quote by Buffalo Bill
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Think They Know So Much
Some have abilities to lead.
Others seem to be perfectly okay,
Following.
Without offering suggestions.
And with mouths closed!
Only to sit as they do,
As far away from the frontlines as possible.
With overheard comments made,
To attract others like themselves...
That those proceeding to make pioneering strides,
Think they know so much...
About which direction they all should go!
And upon arrival,
They are among the first...
Thirsting to receive credit for their efforts,
That assisted a journey,
They mostly slept or observed with pessimism!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wished In Retrospect
How legitimate can contributions,
Of a poet made can be?
If comparisons are made to another poet,
Who spoke from a time...
When poets expressed themselves,
From a different philosophy...
That occurred in a past be gone history.
I always accepted poetry to be commentaries,
Of that which depicted activities existing.
But there are those who today compare,
A cobbledstoned road of yesteryear...
To a highway today needing constant updating.
Since those who travel on it...
Have mentioned little interest,
Of using a covered horsedrawn wagon!
And most people afraid,
Will always attempt to validate nonsense.
Since this nonsense becomes romanticized...
As a time when exquisite etiquette was expressed,
As wished in retrospect...
By those whose ancestors were highly illiterate.
And lived amongst themselves in a welcomed ignorance.
And some like me are today told...
Our poetry is not European,
Therefore the quality of it...
Will never achieve exquisiteness.
And I sit to compose caring less,
About comments made by those...
Who have chosen themselves,
As images of correctness...
When generations of them,
Have chosen to digress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turn The Beat Around (Def Classic Mix)
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Blow horns you sure sound pretty
Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty
When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin'
Then you'll know that rhythm carries all the action, so
Woah yeah
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Flute player play your flute 'cause
I know that you want to get your thing off
But you see I've made up my mind about it
It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it, woah woah
'Cause when the guitar player start playing
With the syncopated rhythm, with the scratch, scratch, scratch
Makes me wanna move my body yeah, yeah, yeah
And when the drummer starts beating that beat
He nails that beat with the syncopated rhythm
With the rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat on the drums, hey
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Fallen Twigs
Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.
Too many lessons I have learned,
From feeding those yearnings that burned...
To leave me mentally drained and physically sick,
Because of desires I had to be a part of it.
Not one interest do I have,
To be caught up in the mix...
And added to the list,
Of unfortunate statistics.
Too many I have seen that were demeaned,
After exhausting themselves for someone else...
To be left as fallen twigs.
To wither of potential that held promises to bloom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Around Notices
An opened mouth,
Running with nothing learned coming out.
Will be the same mouth,
Running with nothing learned coming out.
Year after year after year.
And...
Can be compared to a leaking faucet...
One promises to get fixed.
But doesn't.
And...
That is more irritating to listen to,
Than the sound coming from a faucet...
Gushing flowing water,
Endangering to flood a floor...
As a sink fills,
For the first time done.
And no one around notices,
Or is paying attention.
But the steady nonsense dripped from one's lips,
Is powerful enough to cause one a headache.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tolerance
[ merchant ]
The still and silence is torn with violence.
A loud breaking sound in the night is made.
Hear it grow, hear it fade.
The sound youre hearing, the sound youre fearing
Is the hate that parades up and down our streets, coming within bounds and within reach.
Now, inside the place we hide away, we hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away...
Theres something seething in the air were breathing.
We learn slash and burn is the method to use.
Set a flame, burn it new.
Were overpowered.
We kneel, we cower, we cover our heads.
Feel the threat of blows that will come and the damage that will be done in its wake.
Now, inside this place we hide away, we hear it near although its miles away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away...
This house divided, we live inside it.
Hates dwelling place is behind our door in fitful nights.
Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it moans and drags along its ball and chain,
As it moves through this house it cant escape.
Now inside this place we hide away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away....
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Never Tell
Hey sister, have you heard?
Some people stand like trees, without a word
And what that means is that some people dont talk.
Oh please pardon me mister.
Ya know I just didnt hear you the first time that you said that,
But now that you repeat for me, Ill be sure to do what I can.
Ya know Im going to do what I can,
Do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can.
Gonna do what I can,
Do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can,
But no more, you understand?
Oh please pardon me father.
Ya know I just didnt hear you that, that, that
That first time that you said th...
Help me, help me, help me, help me...
Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it.
Ill be sure do, do, do what I can.
Do what I can, do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can.
Gotta do what I can, do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can,
But no more, you understand?
Its of utmost importance, were dealing with volitiale substance. (4 times)
I had so much on my mind.
I was so glad when I died, oh...
Listen to me baby.
Can you keep a secret for me?
Make sure no one finds out,
Cause then the lights will go out,
And I will find you out,
And I will cut you up.
Uh hmm, dont ask me why,
Because, I said, I said, I said
Im gonna do what I can, do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can.
Gotta do what I can, do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can. (3 times)
But Ill have none of that, you understand?
Dont you know nothin? you never tell on someone. (3 times)
Dont you know nothin? you aint never going to tell on someone.
What you going to do?
Gonna turn, gonna turn rat fink?
What you wanna do?
Do want to see, do you wanna see what its like to sink?
Sink down, sink down, sink down, down, down to the bottom of the river.
Sink down, sink, sink down down.
Down, down, to the bottom of the river, sink, down sink.
Sink down, down. down, down to bottom of the river.
Sink down, sink, sink down down.
Down, down to the bottom of the river.
Dont you know no one? you never tell on someone. (3 times)
Dont you know no one? you aint never gonna tell on someone. (3 times)
Ah, ah, oh, I tell you what its like, I tell you what its like, oh.
I stood right up in the heart of hell, I never tell. (3 times)
I stood right up in the heart of hell,
Im never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Im never, never, never, never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Nothing, nothing, never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Im never, never, never, never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Nothing, nothing, never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Ah...
Gordon gano: vocals, electric guitar
Brian ritchie: electric bass,vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums,vocals
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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I Will Say This
I will say this.
'What?
What is it? '
Sssshhh...
As soon as the gossip is finished,
I'll pass along...
My added comments to it.
And as soon as they are finished,
I will give you my opinion.
But first be quiet,
To allow me to hear the rest of the dirt.
And I will say this,
To give it to you to hear...
Fresh from the horse's mouth.
How's that?
'I...uh...'
Sssshhh,
I can't listen to you and them too.
Be quiet.
Give me just a few more seconds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Pleasing Sought Has Been Reached
Put down the moisterizer,
And go get a friend.
A 'fling' or 'something'.
Or let go of this relationship...
Since neither one of you,
Are gratified by the things...
You once together liked to do!
Or come together to mend...
In a foreplay lovers choose.
Turn off the water faucet,
And get down from the sink.
What's the matter with you two?
Is your desperation on the brink?
Conversation 101,
Is a beginning you can start.
Communication done and desired,
Will heat the embers...
To bring new life to that fizzling fire.
And can melt away icicles quick.
Ending midnight visits to the restroom!
As one pretends to be sick of the other...
While an unsatisfied spouse...
Lays in bed,
Making good single use of it!
And getting a heads up,
On the matters at hand!
And infusing a bliss...
That becomes sensually picturesque,
With images fleeting that brings one to rest.
And sleeping quietly,
After the incentive brings about relief!
And agitated the other becomes...
When the snoring done,
Loudly peaks at new levels...
As if a pleasing sought has been reached!
'It has! '
~Snoring is not the only thing,
You pretend to do!
I'm suppose to believe,
You now talk in your sleep? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Abstract Art
I've got nothing.......
I know it's something.......
It can be anything......
It can be everything!
I saw nothing
A stroke means something.
From a pauper to a king
A faucet to a sink? ?
My friend does abstract
When I view
I have to subtract
What I see
And try not to see
What it could be
And cannot be
That is the art
of Abstract.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
quote by Charles Olson
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Blue Chair
Now its just you and me, my blue friend
And you say that its you that shes thinking of
And our affair must end
But if its you that shes thinking of
I think my broken heart might mend
Chorus: now its my turn to talk and your turn to think
Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
Your turn to cry and my turn to sink down in the blue chair
Down in the blue chair
Now Ive made up my mind Ive made my mistake
And I know that she cries for you
When shes barely awake
Well shes going to bend your mind
Well I hope it dont break
Chorus
Down in the blue chair
We can watch our troubles rise
Like smoke into the air
And drift up to the ceiling
Down in the blue chair
You can feel just like a boy or a man
And next minute you can find yourself kneeling
Down in the blue chair
Theyre boasting of loving the daylights right out of her in the small hours
Down in the blue chair
You say that your love lasts forever when you know the night just hours
And still I want her right now
Not any minute, hour or day
And wherever she is tonight
I want her anyway
I suppose she never said to you,
You were just in the way
Chorus
Down in the blue chair
Down in the blue
Blue becomes you
Down in the blue chair
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Sha La La Song
At last its over,
I knew I could not hold him,
His love for freedom
Was far too strong.
But though hes gone now
My life is just beginning,
Ill soon forget him,
Ill soon forget him,
I must forget him, lord!
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love that waits for me.
Will I remember,
Will I still hear him whisper ?
Will I still feel his
Lips on mine ?
In dreams I see him,
Perhaps hell stay forever
And all Im wishing
And all Im hoping
And all my longing, too.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love that waits for me.
He made me happy
And though I suffered, too,
Theres no mistaking
Our love was true.
But such a sweet love
Just wasnt meant to be
And its all over
Yes, its all over,
And now its done Ill start anew.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new day beginning.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Theres a brand new love beginning.
song performed by by Smiths
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Human weakness
Through the breath of death
and sickening blight.
I hear the strings of frailty
The comments of arrogance
The comments of cruelty
I hear the strings of hypocrisy
through the splash of blood
and squish of gore
I hear death all around me
the sun runneth away
the dark has come to stay
I hear infernal laughter all around me
Blood runs over me
runs from my neck
I feel despair inside of me
vision fading swiftly
thoughts rapidly decaying
I hear fallen laughter
as death gives way to slaughter
And the strings of mortality
poem by Matt Daffern
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I Hope You're Happy
I hope you're happy.
I hope you don't give it a second thought.
I hope you're happy but that's not enough.
I hope your miserble in that grave you dug.
I hope it's me you're thinking of when you choke on your tears.
I hope you waste the years with someone untrue.
I hope the words you said come back to haunt you.
The mistake you made, I hope it drives you insane.
I hope it hurts you to say my name.
If you're lonely you've got no one to blame but yourself.
So I hope your happy with somebody else.
I hope you're doing alright.
I hope it's guilt that keeps you up at night
I hope it eats you away.
I hope you regret every single day spent without me.
I hope it kills you to hear the truth spoken loudly.
I hope you have fun pretending to care about her.
I hope you believe that you can't live without her.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you don't fall apart.
I hope you're happy.
I hope she breaks your worthless heart.
poem by Samantha Ashley
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