The Fruit That Looms From My Labor
The fruit that looms from my labor,
Is more often than not...
Bittersweet.
And sometimes my tongue,
Spews less than tarts...
For those anticipating,
A display of ego accomplishments.
And they may get more heat...
With sweat expressed,
Than expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bitter Sweet
No I don't know how to love you
The way you want me to
Coz everytime I try
Something always changes with you
First it's cold baby
And then there's too much heat
One minute I'm up in heaven
And the next I'm down in the street
Coz we got a love
That's bittersweet
I said we got a love
It's bittersweet
Sometimes when I'm with you
It's like you're just not there
When I look into your eyes
I see that thousand yard stare
Then you're back in love with me
Like you can't get enough
Rough into smooth
And the smooth back into the rough
Ohhhh help me now
We got a love
That's bittersweet
We got a love, oh darlin'
That's bittersweet
I don't know anybody
Anybody like you
I never met anybody
Could make me feel the way you do
I wish that I could love you
The way you want me to
So scared you'll pull out the rug
Darling if I do
It's cold it's cold
And now there's too much heat
One mnute I'm up in heaven
And the next, I'm walking the street
We got a love
That's bittersweet
You know we got a love
That's bittersweet
We got a love
That's bittersweet
You know, we got a love, oh darlin'
That's bittersweet.
Flamin' hot
Then not.
Ooooooooh, bitter memory
I said we got a love, oooh,
We got a love.
song performed by by James Taylor
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My Kool-Aid Made
Some prefer ice tea.
A Pepsi or their Coke.
Or maybe just Spring water,
To minimize their thirsts.
Some pray for a breeze,
When sweat drips from their brows.
But with Kool-Aid made I make,
I don't mind these 'dog days' few allow.
My Kool-Aid made,
Tastes more like fresh lemonaide.
With concentrated lemon to add flavor.
The Summer August heat,
Spiced with humidity depletes and beats...
But a pick up with my Kool-Aid saves,
The ones who labor.
My Kool-Aid made tastes more like fresh lemonaide.
Here,
Try a sip.
With concentrated lemon to add flavor.
Oh.Oh.
And the Summer August heat,
Yeah!
Spiced with humidity isn't sweet.
And my Kool-Aid made,
Picks up those who labor.
Oh.Oh.
The Summer August heat,
Yeah!
Spiced with humidity isn't sweet.
And my Kool-Aid made,
Picks up those who labor.
My Kool-Aid made tastes more like fresh lemonaide.
With a 'fruit smack'.
And adding my own lemon to the flavor.
Oh.Oh.
The Summer August heat,
Yeah!
Spiced with humidity isn't sweet.
And my Kool-Aid made,
Picks up those who labor.
Note:
My gratitude extended to Edward Perkins and wife Kitty...
Who, in 1927, invented Kool-Aid in Hastings, Nebraska.
Those six original flavors then were strawberry, cherry, lemon-lime, grape
orange and raspberry.
The predecessor was a liquid concentrate
called Fruit Smack!
'Thank you Ed and Kitty'
~LSP~
Source: Wikipedia.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Odd One Out
Bittersweet is the life lived,
By that one depicted to be...
The odd one out.
The one picked as a child,
To be the one most unusual.
Bittersweet is the taste,
Of being determined to succeed...
Against opposition,
Standing on the sidelines...
And betting one this different will bleed.
Bittersweet is the one that experiences,
Observing other fall to their knees...
With qualifications that guarantees,
Them success.
But no happiness from them is expressed.
Bittersweet is the life lived,
By that one depicted to be...
The odd one out.
The one picked as a child,
To be the one most unusual.
'He is so unlike the others.'
~Yeah.
Despite his appearance,
He is determined, motivated and devoted.~
'What does his appearance have to do with anything? '
~You must be from out of town?
That's how people who live here are judged.~
'Maybe with that already known,
That's why he has chosen to live here.
And has succeeded inspite of attemtps to stop him.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Knave of Hearts
The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts all on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts he stole the tarts and took them clean away.
The King of Hearts called for the tarts and beat the Knave full sore
The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts and
vowed he'd steal no more.
poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Heat
O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air--
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.
Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.
poem by Hilda Doolittle
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Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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Sweat Drops
Sweat Drops
Sweat drops and sea waves
Are salty alike:
Manifestations of agility.
Purest drops fall down
From the forehead of labor,
But laziness and corpse never sweat.
On all the races are seen sweat dews,
On which fall the victory rays,
Creating the rainbows in the minds.
Mountaineers mount up
In the blue moonlight,
And down in the sweat drops.
Seeds sprout
In each fallen dropp in the field:
Sweat drops are life drops.
Sweat stream
Floats the failures away,
Depositing fresh joys on the shore.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Some Like It Hot
We want to multiply, are you gonna do it
I know youre qualified, are you gonna do it
Dont be so circumscribed, are you gonna do it
Just get yourself untied, are you gonna do it
Feel the heat pushing you to decide
Feel the heat burning you up, ready or not
Some like it hot and some sweat when the heat is on
Some feel the heat and decide that they cant go on
Some like it hot, but you cant tell how hot til you try
Some like it hot, so lets turn up the heat til we fry
The girl is at your side, are you gonna do it
She wants to be your bride, are you gonna do it
She wants to multiply, are you gonna do it
I know you wont be satisfied until you do it
Some like it hot and some sweat when the heat is on
Some feel the heat and decide that they cant go onv
Some like it hot, but you cant tell how hot til you try
Some like it hot, so lets turn up the heat til we fry
Feel the heat pushing you to decide
Feel the heat burning you up, ready or not
Some like it hot and some sweat when the heat is on
Some feel the heat and decide that they cant go on
Some like it hot, but you cant tell how hot til you try
Some like it hot, so lets turn up the heat til we fry
Some like it hot, some like it hot
Some like it hot, some like it hot
Some like it hot, some like it hot
Some like it hot, some like it hot
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Don’t get indignant.
Be not indignant at one
If he has valued you low
Or less than you expected.
It is his estimate of you.
It is within you to throw
The fruit that tastes you bitter
Or train the tongue to suit it.
20.10.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Country Sweat
Sweat!
Sweat!
Sweat!
Born for trouble, poised for action
Ready to spring at a moment's notice
Nerves like a trigger, waiting to be pulled
Covered with sweat, it ain't nice
Sweat!
Help me please I'm burning up
I got this fire in my heart
Won't let me sleep, can't concentrate
Even when it's cold I'm dripping sweat
It ain't nice
Sweat!
Rivers running down my back
Makes me slippery, like a fish
If I don't stop, I might drown
Falling down, down, down, down, not dead yet
covered with
Sweat
CHORUS
The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun
(Where did they go?)
They fell in low and suffered
(Where did they go?)
They picked up guns and hammers
(Where did they go?)
Without friction there's no heat
WIthout heat there's no fire
Without fire there's no desire
You're making me hot, hot, hot, hot!
Sweat! Sweat!
Take my baby, Saturday night
It's hundred and ten, it's alright
Close the door to my little room
Starting to sweat, fun starts soon
Sweat!
Principal caught me after school
Gave me hell, called me a fool
Pointed his finger, at my face
Started to sweat all over the place
Flowed like rivers, onto the floor
I can take it, give me some more
Sweat!
War breaks out throughout the land
Dodging bullets in the sand
Enemy's getting much to close
Sun beats down on the back of my neck
Fingers twitchin', covered with sweat
Covered with sweat
CHORUS
Sweat!
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Sweat
Sweat!
Sweat!
Sweat!
Born for trouble, poised for action
Ready to spring at a moments notice
Nerves like a trigger, waiting to be pulled
Covered with sweat, it aint nice
Sweat!
Help me please Im burning up
I got this fire in my heart
Wont let me sleep, cant concentrate
Even when its cold Im dripping sweat
It aint nice
Sweat!
Rivers running down my back
Makes me slippery, like a fish
If I dont stop, I might drown
Falling down, down, down, down, not dead yet
Covered with
Sweat
Chorus
The cool boys bit the dust
They couldnt take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun
(where did they go? )
They fell in low and suffered
(where did they go? )
They picked up guns and hammers
(where did they go? )
Without friction theres no heat
Without heat theres no fire
Without fire theres no desire
Youre making me hot, hot, hot, hot!
Sweat! sweat!
Take my baby, saturday night
Its hundred and ten, its alright
Close the door to my little room
Starting to sweat, fun starts soon
Sweat!
Principal caught me after school
Gave me hell, called me a fool
Pointed his finger, at my face
Started to sweat all over the place
Flowed like rivers, onto the floor
I can take it, give me some more
Sweat!
War breaks out throughout the land
Dodging bullets in the sand
Enemys getting much to close
Sun beats down on the back of my neck
Fingers twitchin, covered with sweat
Covered with sweat
Chorus
Sweat!
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Forbidden Fruit
Sometimes fruit
is forbidden
one must
look
away.
Like Eve in the
garden
forbidden
fruit
on
display.
Little did she
know
the price
she
would pay.
Forbidden fruit
forever
sometimes
dreams
go
astray.
poem by Heather Burns
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Too Much Is Expected
No one...
Given life to breathe,
Is born with a cold heart.
Beating with a rhythm,
That is ready to freeze.
No one...
Should be expected,
To show warmth and love.
If none has been surrounding one...
Being expressed.
Or shown to one how that's addressed.
No child learning to crawl, walk and talk.
Grows into an adult...
Prepared with maturity.
Or an accountability.
If no examples of that were ever there!
How is one expected to become aware?
Too much is expected.
From those who have been neglected.
And too much for too long goes undenied...
By one feeling insecure and desperate inside.
With no one to confide in...
From a shattering that goes on alone.
And kept condoned to grow unknown outside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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City in Heat
City in Heat
[3: 00 am]
screaming cat
in heat,
begging
for a fk
[3: 15 am]
goddmn
car alarm siren
wails loudly,
non-stop
Furious,
I pound
on the
neighbors
screen door...
'what the
hell do u
want! ' a
voice yells
in the
darkness,
through the
dirty, rusted
screen
'Turn off
your fkin'
car alarm! '
I yell back-
turn and
walk away
fighting
across the
street.
at an all-night
house party.
sirens screaming,
red lights
glow
through
my drawn
drapes
stagnant
sweltering
heat
has no
forgiveness/
it's unforgiving
summer-sweat
is
my lover
tonight
tryin' to
keep me clam
It's
saltiness
finds it's way
between my lips
and onto my
tongue
Sitting
on the sofa,
wet...
I run my fingers
through
damp, oily
hair
Old Gold
smoke
exhausts
out of
my mouth.
Another
swig of rum
[exhale]
Gut clenched.
Another draw
from my
smoke.
Millions
of people
know my
world.
they tolerate
it,
like they
tolerate a
paper cut
or
sipping on
coffee that's
too hot
the rules are
simple
survive
the rules are
simple
survive
my sweat.
my angst.
their sweat.
their angst
millions
of people
know my
world
Everyone…
Everything…
tr apped
Except the
butterfly....
caterpillars
may be slow
people are
slower.
T. Labbe`
The tendency of taxation is to create a class of persons who do not labor, to take from those who do labor the produce of that labor, and to give it to those who do not labor.
quote by William Cobbett
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23feb Wait For Last Miracles Last Pockets Of Hope
day’s heat hot dust sweat
day’s heat hot fear sweat
day’s heat fear darkness trapped
night fear earth blanket sweat
night fear earth darkness sweat
night fear chill fear buried alive
with reverence we dust dig
with reverence we hope dig
decay steals into noses silence says
dig in ruins of other buildings
dig in ruins where hope lays trapped
dig where dogs nose hope life trapped
these dead here will wait for last rites
these dead will wait to be reverence buried
wait for last miracles last pockets of hope found
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Watch This Movie
I care about these people.
That's why I can say I like it.
I care about them...
And their display of a 'through thick and thin',
Economic slimness done.
I like the way they handle it.
And the joy expressed by everyone.
Even their next door neighbors...
Seem for them to be the best of friends,
I like how they all participate...
With a display of caring,
That appears to me to be genuine.
I care about these people.
Even their dogs and cats.
Look at the birds and butterflies...
Don't they seem to have sparkle in their eyes?
The crispness of the clouds...
Appear to float in skies of blue.
The mixture of the races too,
All have...
'If you say another thing...
I swear to you I am going to go 'off'!
Close your mouth and silence your lips.'
Excuse me?
Nobody's talking to you!
'Nobody should be talking 'period'.
I paid fourty eight dollars for my family and I
To watch this movie.
Can we hear it?
NO!
Can we enjoy it...
NO!
And you know WHY DAMNIT?
BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN TALKING...
THROUGH THE WHOLE THING!
SO SHUT UP SO WE CAN ENJOY IT...
OR ELSE! '
Okay, okay, okay!
But put the gun away.
I get the picture.
~Sir,
We are going to have to ask you to leave.
The police have been called.
And you have created quite a disturbance here! ~
'ME? ME?
What about him? '
~Sir...
He is not the one screaming,
With a gun in his hand!
Please...
Leave.~
That's exactly why I don't go to movies like I use to.
People think they can do anything and get away with it!
Well,
Anyway...
I care about these people.
That's why I can say I like it.
I care about them...
And their display of a 'through thick and thin',
Economic slimness done.
I like the way they handle it.
And the joy expressed by everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Sweet Tarts You Seek
You received the wrong memo.
I am not the one handing out sweet tarts.
I know what you have been told,
With gossip to support your expectations.
But no...
I only deliver clarity unseasoned.
Those sweet tarts you seek,
Can be retrieved over there...
Where those deceiving in masks,
Are treating those standing patiently...
In that long line.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forbidden Fruit
all the forbidden fruit I ever
dreamt of--or was taught to
resist and fear--ripens and
blossoms under the palms of my
hands as they uncover and explore
you--and in the most secret
corners of my heart as it discovers
and adores you--the forbidden fruit
of forgiveness--the forbidden fruit
of finally feeling the happiness
you were afraid you didn't deserve--
the forbidden fruit of my life's labor
--the just payment I have avoided
since my father taught me how--
the forbidden fruit of the secret
language of our survivors' souls as
they unfold each others secret
ballots--the ones where we voted
for our first secret desires to come
true--there's so much more
I want to say to you--but for
the first time in my life I'm at
a loss for words--because
(I understand at last)
I don't need them
to be heard by you.
Submitted by Venus
poem by Michael Lally
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The Height Of The Fighting
Heat war (they sent you to do it, do it)
Sweat law (if you cant move it, prove it)
At the height of the fighting
He-la-hu
At the height of the fighting
He-la-hu
Heat war (if you dont like it, fight it)
Sweat law (if you cant take it, fake it)
Heat war (they sent you to do it, do it)
Sweat law (if you cant move it, prove it)
At the height of the fighting
He-la-hu
At the height of the fighting
He-la-hu
song performed by by Heaven 17
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