That's How Involved I Became
I had been prepared,
To establish more than a fling with you.
But even a fling became a boring contemplation.
That's when I began to show my agitation.
With a playing a game of solitaire.
What more can I say?
When the aspects of getting undressed,
Put a damper on my heat.
As your interrogation,
Nodded my hopes and put me to sleep.
I didn't even hear you when you left my home.
That's how involved I became.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solitaire
Carl nutter, renee borek, king guion
Since youve gone I spend each lonely night,
Dealing out the cards from left to right,
And the king of hearts is there to remind me
That Im all alone playing solitaire.
Love was just another game for two,
I see now thats all it meant to you,
And my heart got lost somewhere in the shuffle,
So Im all alone playing solitaire
In each romance theres an element of chance,
A gamble to win or to lose,
You play to win, then you find youre playing in a game with no rules,
Just made for fools.
Now, the joker has a laugh on me,
cause I played my hand so carelessly,
And until you wanna share that old feeling,
Ill be dealing time away with solitaire.
And until you want to share that old feeling,
Ill be dealing time away, dealing time away with solitaire.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Solitair, a teacher
Solitaire is a card game
Developed for playing
By self with no opponent
The fact is you are
Playing your own self
This is what
Solitaire teaches you
You shuffle cards
You distribute them
Upside down
Over eight or ten rows
Not knowing which card
Lays where and in what order
Keeping only the top layer open
You start arranging
Cards in descending order
As you move an open card
The card immediately under
Opens up
The card opening up may or may ot be
Matching your requirements
While opening up card
Depends on your luck
Card moving is totally
Left to you and
A lot depends on your skill
But you keep playing
Till the time either you win
By accumulating suits in order
Or when you get stuck
With no more moving of cards possible
And you lose the game
Life is like that only
And as in solitaire you play it alone
Though you seemingly have partners
And you must know that
You are all alone playing your game
You act on visible opportunities
And as you act upon this
New venues opening up
One by one
Either to your surprise or shock
Still you keep playing the game of life
Expecting each time when you act
There will be favourable changes
And with further scopes for gaining
The only difference is that
You quit the game in solitaire
But in life the game leaves you
At its discretion
Leaving you to wonder
Whether you are a winner or loser
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Fling Of Mine
When I was just a two foot belly button jack
I saved all my money robbin the penn central track
Cause money was a thing of mine
And I had that thing in my head
But if honeys just a fling of mine
Why aint that fling in my bed
When I grew to be a big boy my pa he got me a bride
I married a girl named bunny had a fanny thirteen feet wide
Cause bunny was a thing of mine
And me and that thing we got wed
But if honeys just a fling of mine
Why aint that fling in my bed
Soon Im gonna be a big star have nothing but the cream of the crop
And maybe someday Ill go back to bunny
And say aint you proud of this wop
Cause funny fames a thing of mine
And Ill sing that thing till Im dead
But if honeys just a fling of mine
Why aint that fling in my bed
Oh lord if honeys just a fling of mine
Why aint that fling in my bed.
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Solitaire
(words & music by neil sedaka - justin cody)
There was a man, a lonely man
Who lost his love, thru his indifference
A heart that cared that went unshared
Until it died within his silence
And solitaire is the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
Hes playing solitaire
And keeping to himself, begins to deal
And still the king of hearts is well concealed
Another losing games comes to an end
And deals them out again
A little hope goes up in smoke
Just how it goes, goes without saying
There was a man, a lonely man
Who would command the hand hes playing
And solitaire is the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
Hes playing solitaire
And keeping to himself, begins to deal
And still the king of hearts is well concealed
Another losing games comes to an end
And deals them out again
And solitaire is the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
Hes playing solitaire
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Summer Fling
Summer love what
a thing, it comes and
goes leaving you with
a summer fling.
It's happy and fun till
summer ends leaving you
sad. Say your goodbye's
and give your kisses now
because it's only a sumer fling.
Till summer rolls around again
your left with a summer love that
was only a simple summer fling.
(6/1998)
(Dedicated to Brian)
poem by AlissaMarie Unknown
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Widows
My mother's playing cards with my aunt,
Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game
my grandmother taught all her daughters.
Midsummer: too hot to go out.
Today, my aunt's ahead; she's getting the good cards.
My mother's dragging, having trouble with her concentration.
She can't get used to her own bed this summer.
She had no trouble last summer,
getting used to the floor. She learned to sleep there
to be near my father.
He was dying; he got a special bed.
My aunt doesn't give an inch, doesn't make
allowance for my mother's weariness.
It's how they were raised: you show respect by fighting.
To let up insults the opponent.
Each player has one pile to the left, five cards in the hand.
It's good to stay inside on days like this,
to stay where it's cool.
And this is better than other games, better than solitaire.
My grandmother thought ahead; she prepared her daughters.
They have cards; they have each other.
They don't need any more companionship.
All afternoon the game goes on but the sun doesn't move.
It just keeps beating down, turning the grass yellow.
That's how it must seem to my mother.
And then, suddenly, something is over.
My aunt's been at it longer; maybe that's why she's playing better.
Her cards evaporate: that's what you want, that's the object: in the end,
the one who has nothing wins.
poem by Louise Gluck
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Change
...and as if I didn't know,
What was involved with it.
Or what it took.
Or how it leaves...
To shake and unsettle.
To sit and establish a patience.
Eventually welcomed for what it is.
And the opposition that was there...
Upon its arrival,
Learns to slowly embrace it.
As if it was there all the time.
As if it had been part of what was!
But the scars remaining and fought over its coming...
Are not there to show on freshed faced generations!
Who could care less,
How change now rests!
Because...
Well,
Because they were not involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solitaire 2
Solitaire is a game people play
to fill the empty hours
and nudge loneliness gently away.
They sit and deal the cards,
playing game after game
hoping to blank the mind
from any emotions they feel.
poem by David Harris
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Have You Ever Tried To Share Your Bliss?
Have you ever tried to share your bliss?
And someone questioned,
What you wanted in return for it?
And when you attempted to leave it with them...
A look of suspicion began to settle in.
They would not let you walk away.
An interrogation soon was relayed.
'Why you wanna give me this?
I don't want this mess!
This bliss you give!
Where you from anyway?
Do I look like I'm in need that way?
Do I look like I'm some tormented fool?
And why you lookin' all peaceful?
I didn't just graduate from nursery school.
Get that attitude away from me!
Screw you! '
Have you ever tried to share your bliss?
And someone questioned,
What you wanted in return for it?
And when you attempted to leave it with them...
A look of suspicion began to settle in.
They would not let you walk away.
An interrogation soon was relayed.
And when you left as they requested...
Did the next person you meet,
Look at you and cross the street?
Afraid of your clinched fist and bared teeth...
Was ready to pounce on them,
Ripping them apart like an angry beast?
Sometimes it is best...
To keep a bliss felt,
To oneself!
Some folks will never recognize,
A cheerfulness one has...
That another might despise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Fly Again On Angel Wings
I hear violins playing
loves old sweet refrain.
I hear you calling out my name.
Life seems to be flown on angel wings
especially when old love calls for a fling.
The music in the background
remonstrates loves rhapsody,
and we are captured
to fly again on angel wings.
30 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Game Show
Cuttin pictures from a magazine
... paper smile but not from you to me
Another statue in a ?
A breakfast alone
Another compromising ?
Another game show
The game show
The game show
I pass the time away before I sleep
I have your picture sitting next to me
I taped your picture in a book
Dont bother reading I just take a look
Dont have to turn the page before I know
So full of answers I dont need to know
I like to take control
I like the game show
The game show
The game show
Dont have to turn the page before I know
You ask me questions I already know
The time has finally come to let it go
I like to take control
I like the game show
The game show
The game show
song performed by by Ministry
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Solitaire
Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing
Spineless chilling lines--
The critics falling over to tell themselves hes boring
And really not an awful lot of fun.
Well who the hell can he be when hes never had v.d.,
And he doesnt even sit on toilet seats?
Court-jesting, never-resting--he must be very cunning
To assume an air of dignity
And bless us all
With his oratory prowess,
His lame-brained antics and his jumping in the air.
And every night his acts the same
And so it must be all a game of chess hes playing--
But youre wrong, steve. you see, its only solitaire.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Only Solitaire
Brain-storming habit-forming battle-warning weary
Winsome actor spewing spineless chilling lines ---
The critics falling over to tell themselves hes boring
And really not an awful lot of fun.
Well who the hell can he be when hes never had v.d.,
And he doesnt even sit on toilet seats?
Court-jesting, never-resting --- he must be very cunning
To assume an air of dignity
And bless us all with his oratory prowess,
His lame-brained antics and his jumping in the air.
And every night his acts the same
And so it must be all a game of chess hes playing ---
''but youre wrong, steve: you see, its only solitaire.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Solitaire
There was a man,
A lonely man
Who lost his love
Through his indifference
A heart that cared
That went unshared
Until it died
Within his silence
And solitaires the only game in town
And every road that takes him takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
Hes playing solitaire
A little hope
Goes up in smoke
Just how it goes,
Goes without saying
There was a man,
A lonely man
Who would command
The hand hes playing
And solitaires the only game in town
And every road that takes him takes him down
And by himself its easy to pretend
Hell never love again
And keeping to himself he plays the game
Without her love, it always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
Hes playing solitiare
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Conversations
Something changing
The secret is building
Almost over and somehow seems a beginning
Losing focus
It must be boring
Looking forward never turns out the wrong way
Conversations alone
Complicate us together on our own
Conversations alone
So alone
No one calling
But someone is bound to reply
No one out there
But someone hears every word
I know were playing the same game
Easing the conscience by
The road was taken
The path led on
Til a new ones left to clear
The signals given
The show turned on til emotion cut too near
The road was taken
The path led on
The signals given
The show turned on
Still receiving
And still believing
The time that you take isnt gone
Keep us from together on our own
Together on our own
song performed by by Finger Eleven
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Fling Out The Anti Slavery Flag
Fling out the Anti-slavery flag
On every swelling breeze;
And let its folds wave o'er the land,
And o'er the raging seas,
Till all beneath the standard sheet,
With new allegiance bow;
And pledge themselves to onward bear
The emblem of their vow.
Fling out the Anti-Slavery flag,
And let it onward wave
Till it shall float o'er every clime,
And liberate the slave;
Till, like a meteor flashing far,
It bursts with glorious light,
And with its Heaven-born rays dispels
The gloom of sorrow's night.
Fling out the Anti-Slavery flag,
And let it not be furled,
Till like a planet of the skies,
It sweeps around the world.
And when each poor degraded slave,
Is gathered near and far;
O, fix it on the azure arch,
As hope's eternal star.
Fling out the Anti-Slavery flag,
Forever let it be
The emblem to a holy cause,
The banner of the free.
And never from its guardian height,
Let it by man be driven,
But let it float forever there,
Beneath the smiles of heaven.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Solitaire
There was a man
A lonely man
Who lost his love
Through his indifference
A heart that cared
That went unshared
Until it died
Within his silence
(*) and solitaires the only game in town
And every road that takes him
Takes him down
And by himself its easy to pretend
Hell never love again
(**) and keeping to himself
He plays the game
Without her love
It always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
Hes playing solitaire
A little hope
Goes up in smoke
Just how it goes
Goes without saying
There was a man
A lonely man
Who would command
The hand hes playing
Repeat (*)
Repeat (**)
Repeat (*)
song performed by by Carpenters
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Playing with the Boys
All the boring tedious young men
with dead eyes & dirty hair . . .
all the mad young men who hate their mothers,
all the squalling baby boys . . .
have grown up
& now write book reviews
or novels about the life
of the knife-fighter,
or movies in which grown men
torture each other-
all the squalling boring baby boys!
I am not part of their game.
I have no penis.
I have a pen, two eyes
& I bleed monthly.
When the moon shines on the sea
I see the babies
riding on the moonwaves
asking to be born.
Does everything else in nature hate
its mother?
Does the chick fling
bits of eggshell at the hen?
Does the pear spit
its seeds against the pear tree?
Who made all these squalling baby boys?
I am a reasonable, hardworking woman.
I sit at my desk & write
from eight to three.
When I emerge I do not ask your blessing.
What have I done but bleed
to get your curse?
poem by Erica Jong
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Didn't You Know
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Remember when you left?
You had your own rules about playing the game
And any day, you could walk away feeling no pain
Now look at yourself
You're all hung up on somebody else
And in your eyes i see all the signs of the misery
That you laid on me
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
You used to be so proud
Now, your head's a little lower
And you walk slower
And you don't talk so loud
You've gotten wise
You know how love can build you up one moment
And the next, cut you down to size
Then you discover
All she told you was a bunch of lies
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Didn't You Know (You'd Have To Cry Sometime)
(Nickolas Ashford/Valerie Simpson)
Remember when you left?
You had your own rules about playing the game
And any day, you could walk away feeling no pain
Now look at yourself
You're all hung up on somebody else
And in your eyes I see all the signs of the misery
That you laid on me
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
You used to be so proud
Now, your head's a little lower
And you walk slower
And you don't talk so loud
You've gotten wise
You know how love can build you up one moment
And the next, cut you down to size
Then you discover
All she told you was a bunch of lies
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
song performed by by Diana Ross
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