Tactics Used And the Aging Of Technique
There will always be someone needing,
To fake a stance.
Or enhance one's standing,
By a cuddling up thought to be sincere...
To someone impressed by appearances,
And adoring a fresher scent...
With a different approach.
Undetected to have a familiar cloaking.
But the method used still reeks,
Of a game that ceases to teach anything new.
Or provides a potential to increase imaginations,
Since the tactics used and the aging of technique...
Weakens in content to achieve no 'it' appeal.
'It also has no 'come-hither to allure that magnetizes,
To entice with charm that attracts.'
We can always go to another restaurant?
'Yeah.
Let's do that.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Kickin' In
It's kickin' in, yeah! It's kickin' in, yeah!
It's kickin' in, yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Shocked awake in the middle of the day
In a fight over shadows of the night
And you wonder why the talk is so bold
When it's boring and the story's so old
Panic call to her best friend on the phone
Won't sit down but she just can't sit alone
Hard to justify a party band
To somebody with no party plans
Stop to appreciate it
Let's hear the boyfriends say it
It's kickin' in, yeah! It's kickin' in, yeah!
It's kickin' in, yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Going good up until we shut 'em down
Bum a ride to the other side of town
In a restaurant with so much class
If we'd stop laughing we could almost pass
The disaffected waitress
In some fake foreign accent:
(fake words)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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To Be Treated With Sincerity
Old tactics used to finesse from me,
My common sense...
With maneuvers thought to flatter,
A desperate ego.
Especially if the expectation,
Is to actually have such tactics work...
To leave me distracted to massage my own mind.
This approach some may find,
To leave them disappointed.
However...
And I'll share this with emphasis.
Since I am in the mood to confess.
If one is intending to shiver me to see goose bumps,
A simple invitation to my favorite restaurant...
Suggesting I can eat whatever I want,
And not concern myself with paying for it?
Will get me to jump through hoops and do backflips.
And those who know me intimately know the truth of this.
Don't get me wrong!
I can cook and love to do it.
But to be treated with sincerity attached?
What else could there be for me to ask for?
My needs are as basic as they come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gary Speed
Glory came early as did fame.
to Gary Speed there on the pitch.
Cheers he heard from adoring crowds
among the elite he found his niche.
With time’s passage he lost a step
even if he felt the same
but as he ran he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.
He coached to stay around the game.
After the cheers for him had faded
A friendly face, a familiar name
but as he coached he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.
For many, Gary was an icon,
a living legend of the game.
They failed to see the mortal man
with silence weighting on his frame
As he tied the rope he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Cloth Of The Tempest
These of living emanate a formidable light,
Which is equal to death, and when used
Gives increase eternally.
What fortifies in separate thought
Is not drawn by wind or by man defiled.
So whispers the parable of doubleness.
As it is necessary not to submit
To power which weakens the hidden forms;
It is extraordinarily more essential
Not to deny welcome to these originating forces
When they gather within our heat
To give us habitation.
The one life must be attempted with the other,
That we may embark upon the fiery work
For which we were certainly made.
What has been separated from the mother,
Must again be joined; for we were born of spirit,
And to spirit all mortal things return,
As it is necessary in the method of earth.
So sings the parable of singleness.
My comforter does not conceal his face;
I have seen appearances that were not marshalled
By sleep.
Perhaps I am to be stationed
At the nets which move through this completing sea.
Or I have hunting on my sign.
Yet the ground is visible,
The center of our seeing. (The houses rest
Like sentinels on this hawking star.
Two women are bathing near a trestle;
Their bodies dress the world in golden birds;
The skin of their throats is a dancing flute. . .
How alter or change? How properly
Find an exact equation? What is flying
Anywhere that is more essential to our quest?
Even the lake. . . boat walking on its blue streets;
Organ of thunder muttering in the sky. . . A tiger
Standing on the edge of a plowed field. . .
What is necessary? What is inseparable to know?
The children seek silvery-pretty caves. . .
What are we to teach?)
The distance is not great
To worlds of magnificent joy or nowhere.
poem by Kenneth Patchen
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Still The Same
Words and music by bob seger
You always won, everytime you placed a bet
Youre still damn good, no ones gotten to you yet
Everytime they were sure they had you caught
You were quicker than they thought
Youd just turn your back and walk
You always said, the cards would never do you wrong
The trick you said was never piay the game too long
A gamblers share, the only risk that you would take
The only loss you could forsake
The only bluff you couldnt fake
And youre still the same
I caught up with you yesterday
Moving game to game
No one standing in your way
Turning on the charm
Long enough to get you by
Youre still the same
You still aim high
There you stood, everybody watched you play
I just turned and walked away
I had nothing left to say
cause youre still the same
Youre still the same
Moving game to game
Some thlngs never change
Youre still the same
song performed by by Bob Seger
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To maximize our potential to enhance our health and our knowledge, we should remain open to new understanding and evolving technology or resources that might inspire a change in our approach to these important questions.
quote by Samuel Wilson
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Conversations Can Be Quite Delicious!
More should experience,
Having their thoughts brought out...
To enjoy the freshness of open air.
Instead of keeping them confined,
Within minds,
To have them go unshared.
Exchanging ideas and perceptions of life,
Can increase one's excitement.
With a revelation of something...
That might entice and invite one's knowledge.
And discovered as another's...
Appetite needing more spice that's liked!
Conversations can be quite delicious!
More should experience,
Having their thoughts brought out...
To enjoy the freshness of open air.
Instead of keeping them confined,
Within minds,
To have them go unshared.
Conversations can be quite delicious!
Exchanging ideas and perceptions of life,
Can increase one's excitement.
With a revelation of something...
That might entice and invite one's knowledge.
And discovered as another's...
Appetite needing more spice that's liked!
Conversations...
Can be quite,
Delicious!
Especially those that are right,
With a tasty bite that is invited to linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped
Well it seems like Im caught up in your trap again
And it seems like Ill be wearin the same ol chains
Good will conquer evil and the truth will set you free
Then I know someday Ill find the key
Then I know somewhere Ill find the key
Well it seem like Ive been playin the game way too long
And it seems the game I played has made you strong
Well when the game is over, I wont walk out a loser
And I know that Ill walk out of here again
And I know that someday Ill walk out of here again
But now Im trapped...oh yeah!
Trapped...oh yeah yeah!
Trapped...oh yeah!
Trapped...oh yeah!
Now it seems like Ive been sleepin in your bed too long
And it seems like youve been meanin to do me harm
But Ill teach my eyes to see beyond these walls in front of me
And someday Ill walk out of here again
Yeah I know someday Ill walk out of here again
(chorus)
Well it seem like Ive been playin the game way too long
And it seems the game I played has made you strong
Because Im trapped...oh yeah!
Trapped...oh yeah yeah!
Trapped...oh yeah yeah!
Trapped...oh yeah!
Im trapped...oh yeah yeah!
Trapped...oh yeah yeah
Trapped...oh yeahhhhhh
Trapped....oh yeahhhh
Im trapped.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Current And Fashionable
There is one aspect to your game playing,
You should be made aware of.
'Oh?
And I am sure you are willing to tell me,
What that aspect is? '
I will do my best.
Since aging and the acceptance of it,
Has a way of outdating one's routine.
'And that's to tell me 'what'?
You don't think my tactics used,
Have been current and fashionable? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sparkling Repartee
“Sparkle between clean sheets –
intention here
second thoughts defeats.
Such charm disarms, my Dear,
succulent treats, -
invitation clear.
Form, face, one seldom meets
combined with cheer, -
past loves deletes.
There are none weary here
life’s game completes
its course till bier.”
“Bright sparkler shining clear
between the sheets
might bring date near.
Gold ring heartstrings completes
gilt edge sincere,
no guilt defeats
intentions which, sincere,
help ends meet. Sweets
enhance, my Dear,
your itch for sexy treats,
etched diamond here
for love competes.”
poem by Jonathan Robin
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My Flower
A scent lingering in the
room
has led me to this very bloom.
A scent so fragrant,
A scent so grand,
A scent so strong it could
spread across the land.
A shade of golden-brown
is something that will not make me frown.
A flower so beautiful,
a flower that's for me
makes me bend on this very
knee.
The allure, scent, and attraction
is enough to control my very
action.
Don't worry, she's not only your flower,
she's my flower.
poem by Casey Jarrell
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The Cuddling
Cuddling is in demand
Between paramours
And between lovers
And ceases with sex licensed.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Our Meeting Is No Accident
Please do not dismiss me.
Or the approach,
I have chosen to get closer.
I am not professional at this.
But I could not simply sit...
And watch what I could not resist,
Up and go away!
Not if I can delay its parting.
Please do not dismiss me.
There is something about us,
Too familiar to ignore.
Your eyes and walk...
And patterns of speech.
When I hear you talk...
It feels as if I have known this before.
And when you speak,
It soothes.
With a calmness that attracts!
Please do not dismiss me.
My wishes for someone like you...
Recognizes what you have,
And I'm wanting more of that!
To achieve a happiness...
I know that would make us,
Joyfully glad!
Please do not dismiss me.
At least...
Let us spend a moment,
To allow you to discover me.
We belong together!
'Why' and 'how' that is,
Who knows?
But our meeting is no accident.
And I know that for a fact,
Indeed.
This has happened purposely.
Please do not dismiss me.
Look into my eyes.
Can't you feel something inside of you...
That announces a 'connection' between us,
Has come to stay and has finally arrived?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you look at body fat, it seems to increase with age, even though your weight does not. That's a physiological fact of aging, they say. Heck it is. It is an adaptive effect of aging.
quote by Kenneth H. Cooper
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A Familiar Situation
The procedure reeks,
With a familiar situation.
The needy are depicted,
As inflicting their own special 'needs'.
As if they could not wait to become impoverished,
By those who advertise their philanthropic ways.
To show a public concern with a donated tax free gift!
The procedure reeks,
With a familiar situation.
The needy are depicted,
As inflicting their own special 'needs'.
As if they could not wait to become impoverished,
By those who advertise their philanthropic ways.
To show a public concern with a donated tax free gift!
With another round of photo ops,
Promoting generousity and involvement...
With the assistance of highlighting 'instructored',
Self impowerment.
The procedure reeks,
With a familiar situation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Quick Shift In Mood Smells
Yeah. Yeah,
I'd like to be there where you are.
Yeah. yeah,
But there is something about your demeanor.
I would like to see you as a shining star.
But your complaints keep you falling too quick.
When you open your mouth...
There is an expectation,
That comes with it!
Yeah. Yeah,
I'd like to be there to cheer you on.
Yeah. Yeah,
But from sunset till dawn that magic has gone.
Yeah. Yeah,
Your presentation needs a tweaking.
You have the image...
But your attitude reeks!
And this you believe keeps you unique.
All you need is a streak in your hair,
To skunk.
You don't have to stink to chase me away!
Your quick shift in mood smells.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Wish To Keep Appearances Kept
Seeking a service or product to sell,
For the purpose to market successfully...
Only those with an expanding approach,
To include an unlimited demographic...
Have their eyes on the bottom line.
Those seeking to achieve an exclusiveness,
With a wish to keep appearances kept...
Have the right to do so.
And that is why many people like this,
See their businesses fold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imaginations Real
Voices across all the nation,
Echo in my mind.
In the streets,
In the factories,
In the towns.
Living out what imagination made real.
Got to leave the old world behind,
Use a fantasy,
Imagination is real.
Chorus
Im so much in love,
I cant explain,
Imaginations real.
Build your dreams,
And make them strong,
Lmaginations real.
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real.
No solution,
Hatred,
Fear of whats to come.
Dont cry,
Cant you feel it inside,
Cant you see its the only way it can be.
For our past has left us alone,
With a cold reality,
Imagination made real.
Chorus
If you use a dream
To change a mind,
Then imaginations real.
Think with your heart,
And you will see,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real.
song performed by by Kinks
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Welcomed Are Those of Fresh Voices
So welcomed are those of fresh voices,
Giving points of view...
From new avenues,
And unsubdued by aging thought.
The ones upon which...
Dust has settled.
With nothing gained to be taught.
Here to speak from your perspective.
Clearing the staleness...
That comforts some,
In air the reeks of molding affairs.
So welcomed are those of fresh voices,
Giving points of view...
From new avenues,
And unsubdued by aging thought.
The ones upon which...
Dust has settled.
With nothing gained to be taught.
Or teases with a brisk breeze.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't have a technique. I've never been a believer in having one set technique on how to act. There are no rules and there is no rulebook. At the end of the day, it all comes down to my instincts. That's the one thing that guides me through every decision professionally. Socially, also. That's my technique. Yeah, you read through the script 100 times. I guess I have little characteristics about myself. Sometimes, most often than not, once we start shooting I won't look at the script at all until we finished shooting. It's kind of like it's been imprinted in my head during rehearsals. You just let it go.
quote by Heath Ledger
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