That' Which They Had Wished to Ignore
Since they are not into 'that'...
They choose to know nothing about it.
And they express no interest in the 'other'...
So that goes unknown as well.
Now since 'that' which they had wished to ignore,
Has affected their lives...
They seek to find out what is going on.
And how long it has been happening!
As if they deserve an explanation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Find Out Whats Happening
(words & music by j. crutchfield)
Baby you know me well
You know I mean what I say
Before I say farewell
Ill give you just another day
Youd better find out whats happening
Find out whats happening before long, oh yeah
If you dont find out whats happening
Youre gonna find out that Ive gone now, oh yeah
Tell me what youre gonna do
Youd better make up your mind
It all depends on you
Im leaving you behind
Youd better find out whats happening
Find out whats happening before long, oh yeah
If you dont find out whats happening
Youre gonna find out that Ive gone now, oh yeah
Baby you know its true
Weve been through thick and thin
But if you dont come through
You wont ever see me again
Youd better find out whats happening
Find out whats happening before long, oh yeah
If you dont find out whats happening
Youre gonna find out that Ive gone now, oh yeah
Youd better find, find, better find out
Better find out
Better find, better find out
Better find, better find out
If you dont find, youre gonna find out that Im gone
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Something Unrevealed
If there was an interest,
You would express fresh questions.
You'd wish to know something new.
Something unrevealed between me and you.
If there was an interest,
We'd both be on our best behavior.
Trying to impress.
And displaying a happiness.
But what we have here is a competition.
A game of some kind...
To seek ways to undermine.
And my sole purpose with you,
Is to establish a meaningful relationship!
One for the long haul.
And not one pursued to unhitch and undo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Joke Isnt Funny Anymore
Park the car at the side of the road
You should know
Times tide will smother you
And I will too
When you laugh about people who feel so
Very lonely
Their only desire is to die
Well, Im afraid
It doesnt make me smile
I wish I could laugh
But that joke isnt funny anymore
Its too close to home
And its too near the bone
Its too close to home
And its too near the bone
More than youll ever know ...
Kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats
Well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my
Face after all
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Oh ...
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now its happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now, now, now its happening in mine
(Ive seen this happen)
Happening in mine
Oh... now, now
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now its happening in mine
(happen)
Happening in mine
Oh ...
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now, now, now its happening in mine
Happening in mine
Mine, mine
Happening in mine
song performed by by Smiths
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Death won't come..
Death is what I crave as I am no good at anything…
Death is what I want as I am such a horrible person…
Death is what I deserve as I ask questions to what peaks my interest…
Death is what I should have because my head spins with total bewilderment of what has been said to me…
Death is what I seek as I make so many people lives miserable..
Death is what should happen as I am not who people want me to be..
Why won’t death come to me, I am not worthy of life…
Please sweet death, seek me out…. I cannot continue life, as I know it…
I beg of you death, come and seek me out, where are you death…?
Where are you?
poem by Darla Olsen
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Deserve
They got money, they got sun
They look like theyre havin fun
Dont it seem its so unfair
They know something you dont know
Theyve got a better place to go
Theyre thin and rich and they dont care
We get the dreams that we deserve
The magazines that we deserve
Page one and three that we deserve
The joy and the pain that we deserve
The sun and the rain that we deserve
The material gain that we deserve
We get what we deserve
They got tension, they got stress
They got their lives in the press
The whole world stares as they undress
Sold their friends to get ahead
They do therapy instead
Theyve got demons in their bed
We get the toys that we deserve
The quiet and the noise that we deserve
The girls and the boys that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
We get the seas that we deserve
The flowers and the trees that we deserve
The spores on the breeze that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
You deserve
We get what we deserve
We deserve
song performed by by Marillion
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Outdated Praise
My experiences seem to peak...
When treated,
With the fresh flowing...
Of creativity at its birth.
Arriving on Earth from the unknown.
For redundant examinations!
To expose myself to repeated visits,
With wishes to be affected,
As expected...
By those who make attempts,
To re-invent an exposed fresh flow.
Is for me too conforming.
With a 'boring' done and shown!
It for me is like trying to find new ways,
To tie shoes...
I've known have worn out.
And doing my best to develop an interest,
In the activity.
Although they may comfort my steps,
When I walk about.
The wear and tear is there to express this!
My need to be excited by innovation,
Is not comprehended by those...
Seeking to authorize a familiarity!
To eventually announce an acceptance,
With outdated praise.
To those subjected to limited vision...
This is okay.
Who am I to say it isn't?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know how You Feel
I find it quite amusing,
That those who do not know others...
Can tell anyone how the one unknown,
Spends their time...
In a doing to them unseen or shown.
I like that expression...'I know how you feel.'
Really?
Then you wouldn't mind if I took a sledgehammer,
And hit you over the head with it a few times?
And if you wait here for a second...
I will call around to see if I could rent a Mac Truck,
To knock you down to roll over at least twice.~
People have no clue what others go through.
Even those living together,
Will say they know nothing of what the others do.
And they may be brothers, fathers, mothers and sisters too.
People do not care about anyone else,
Unless it is to the best of their interest.
And those who do show and express a genuine interest...
They are not suspected to be human.
At least not to have suffered through the experience,
Of being one.
Only those that have laid down like a welcome mat,
To have crap and all kinds of dirt rubbed on their backs...
Can say they qualify to raise a high eyebrow.
Or express an opinion no one likes to hear.
And that's the point of view everyone should respect.
Not the one created by someone pretending to know,
What they don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Need To Express Me More
If a fly can be what it is...
And has been what it is for years.
It does not have to convince.
If a bee is known to sting...
And is left alone by those who choose,
Not to be stung.
That bee will buzz,
And be about its business.
If I know who it is that I am...
With an identity that belongs to me!
I will not be a fly.
Nor can I,
If wished...
Be a bee.
But I don't choose to be either of these.
I have chosen to be me.
And that's who it is I am.
With a need to express me more!
And...
If I should buzz while I fly?
If I so choose and decide?
That too will also be me!
Doing me as I have chosen to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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Know This In Your Heart And Believe
Don't dig it up,
And it wont be the thing...
You wished dumped,
Not to discuss...
After pulling out of a slump,
Weighting down upon your shoulders...
With a carried hump.
Taken those lumps you've done.
None of which you chose to run from.
People like you succeed.
Know this in your heart and believe.
You deserve the serving of better days.
Ignore those with their issues.
Beaten on a drum when around you they come.
Refuse to be used and abused by them.
Acknowledge what they offer...
Has no benefit,
And what they bring you will and can resist.
You deserve the serving of better days.
Know this in your heart and believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Further Hesitating in the Waste of Time
I understand where you are going with this.
I even understand,
Why you might want this addressed.
But understanding 'you'...
I will never consider my priority.
Perhaps your therapist has you thinking,
You are okay.
And that is the reason your therapist gets paid.
But the time I have been given,
To live my life as I wish...
To adventure and explore,
Every moment of it...
I am going to do that.
Since...
It has only been a few years,
I realized I can do that and more...
Without asking for anyone's approval.
Or assistance.
And today?
I know what I can choose to accept.
Or choose to ignore.
And today and days ahead,
I will choose to ignore...
A further hesitating in the waste of time,
Others find important.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Special Interest
Got a special interest, youre my special interest
Got a special interest, got a special interest in you
I hear youve got some pending legislation
Regarding your romantic situation
And I just want to make my position quite clear
Youve got a constituent here
And youll find before you take one more step
My hobby is to lobby on your doorstep
And that big sack of mail and the telegrams too
Ill give you one guess just who sent them to you
Ive been invested with a sacred mission
To make sure that you make the right decision
Though you may wonder now, in the long run youll see
A valuable ally in me
And if by some misguided sense of duty
You go with someone else instead of choose me
When theyve all let you down, and youre looking for help
Youll find that Ive swung my support somewhere else
No one has to know, when pressures are brought to bear
You can pretend that it was all your idea
And you did it of your own free will
Yes you did it of your own free will
song performed by by Utopia
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As a Poet
The thing I like best,
About having the freedom to express...
As a poet,
Is this:
I can choose if so desired and wished,
To be objective about it.
Whatever it is I decide to write.
And in other heartfelt touching moments,
I let others find the meaning.
To take as long as time permits,
To uncover something subjective.
With a close inspection,
Of exposed sentiments.
And I don't have to be in their presence,
To agree or disagree.
Or even like it myself.
Since when anthing I have written,
Is explored for left clues and hints...
I have moved on to create,
Other 'works' that may or may not...
Make more or even less sense.
Like this 'one'.
Someone will find worthy of debate.
Or scan through to scathe.
If it is not found to appeal to an appetite liked.
But it will be re-read.
Because poems I write sits in readers' heads.
With an intent intensively.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Untitled...An Acrostic
Funny, to me anyway; how the most
Uneducated in this world
Choose to make clear their lack of
Knowledge in the area of poetry
Yet find the time to seek
Out opportunities to
Undermine the efforts of others, who
Surely just want to express
Personal thoughts or life
Experiences with sincere poetry
Readers, who
May choose to click on their poetry.
What kind of sicko could be
Aroused or stimulated by
Dissing other’s poems and
Suggesting they rate a “one”?
poem by Maggie Signaigo
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Theif
I don't want to understand this horror
There's a weight in your eyes I can't admit
Everybody ends up here in bottles
But the name tag's the last thing you wanted
As the world explodes we fall out of it
And we can't let go because this
Will not go away
There's a house built out in space...
I can't see that thief that lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed
I don't know what's happening and I can't pretend
But I can be your....
Someone help us understand who ordered
This disgusting arrangement with time and the end
I don't want to hear who walked on water
'Cause the hallways are empty, clocks tick
As the world implodes we fall into it
And we can't go home because this
Will not go away
There's a house built out in space...
I can't see that thief that lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed
I don't know what's happening and I can't pretend
It's a long long getaway, it's a long long getaway
Make it home again, make it home again
It's a long long getaway, it's a long long getaway
I can't see that thief that lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed
I don't know what's happening and I can't pretend
But I can be your....
And I can be your.....
It's a long long getaway
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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To say that only those businesses affected with a public interest may be regulated is but another way of stating that all those businesses which may be regulated are affected with a public interest.
quote by Harlan Stone
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Sonnet: Ignore The worldly Man
Ignore the man who goes after the money;
Ignore the man who is after power;
The former looses soon life’s harmony;
The latter turns akin an earth-mover!
Ignore the man who goes after sheer name;
Ignore the man who is after status;
The former ends up in ultimate shame;
The latter suffers the common-man’s curse.
Ignore the man whose heart has selfishness;
Ignore the man with sadistic display;
The former will soon show his uselessness;
The latter cannot go long in this way.
Ignore the man who loves not his neighbor;
God will not love him despite all labor!
poem by John Celes
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Brephos
Although it is easy for one to think, it is not always easy for one to write
Not all thoughts can be expressed into words, nor should they. Rousseau said in his solitary walks or was it his confessions? That his most beautiful thoughts died in him as quick as he thought them and how he at the time wished he had a pen in hand to write them all down. Those thoughts are dead, but perhaps those same thoughts are born in others written down somewhere in all of infinite time. Some thoughts like some lives are not meant to be born. The seed of this thought, watered by my serene tears, germinates in my soul as I write this letter. Still I can't find the words to express its beauty, its paradox, its mystery. The seed germinates but no plant is born, no flower blooms. For every child that isn't born, for every thought trapped in the moral order nature's thought; the ineffable, the unborn, the unknown, I hope one day you find expression and tell the world what you are and what beauty really is—To eloquence that never speaks, to thought that never thinks, to life that never lives, in my heart you speak, think and live.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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To the people of world
Who are you to seek
Explanation from me
I am not accountable to you
For my deeds
I am not at your disposal
I am accountable to Almighty only
His benevolence may ignore my infimities
But you callous hearts
You narrow minded fellows
Stop your nonsense
And leave me alone.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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No neglects
Ignore who ignore you.
Seek who seek you.
Be in company of ones who
Desire you, though lowly.
Don’t look up at balcony
Where from you’re seen small.
No neglect is cast.
07.06.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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