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The Oldest Game Played

The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.

Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.

The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.

They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!

The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.

Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.

The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.

'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '

~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~

'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'

~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lame Game

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!

It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!

And lame it will stay everyday!

'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The reason I am here, they tell me, is that I played the game a certain way, that I played the game the way it was supposed to be played.

quote by Ryne Sandberg
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Game Over

Counters laid, last card played, final dice thrown,
Match over, time up, final whistle blown
Game packed up, set aside, for another day
Two players, now apart, gone separate ways.
She was too committed; he hardly cared
Often she played solo, few games were shared.

In the end time ran out, so did the fun
Lost cards, broken pieces, too soon it was done.
He made all the rules up; she played it straight
He lied and cheated, it was stale-mate
Lost opportunities, failed strategies
Game plan was forgotten, nothing would please

The game is now over, nobody won
Why does she sit and cry, wanting to play on?

poem by Jackie Metcalfe
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You Play Entirely By Yourself

You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?

You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
At first I thought you were sincere and honest.
I did not suspect you to be,
Someone who played with others emotionally.
I did not detect this from you at all.
Until you would say disrespectful things,
When I would think of you and place a telephone call.

I did not suspect you to be,
Insensitive and distant when you chose to be.
And had no regard for the feelings of others...
Until I caught you embellishing,
Something you did for someone claimed...
When I was the one who did it,
And you didn't mention me by name.

You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
Or is it that you are that experienced,
And the game you play and have created...
Only to you when implemented makes sense.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Weekend Blues Session

Three days and three nights
playing the guitar blues of life
my mind and body taken back

I can see
the old streets and the seats
where the blues players of old
used to meet

They'd sing of the pain
and the hate
and we'd respect what they
had to say

All these memories coming back
as we played for the times
when blues was our life

We played for the joy
we played for our minds
we played for our souls
we played until the monday morning blues

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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If you played the game the right way, played the game for the team, good things would happen.

quote by Ryne Sandberg
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I have played in rain before. I have played in wind before. I have played in cold before, but not all put together. They were the hardest conditions I ever played in.

quote by Michelle Wie
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So Fast, So Numb

Movin through rough waters motel boy,
And swimming in your sleep.
How could I be so blind, mis-sighted,
Not to see theres something wounded deep.
Anyone could scratch your surface now,
Its all amphetamine
Youre blasting yourself into the present
Learn some vast indignity, stay that,
You say that you hate it
You want to re-create it
Ive been around, Ive been your lover.
I let it go at kill devil hill,
Youre coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.
Youre drinking the wrong dream now baby,
You do-si-do, saddo
Youre you in cartilage, shark-eyed, shock horror, all present tense,
And boy your blood is running cold.
Listen, this is now, this is here, this is me,
This is what I wanted you to see.
That was then, was that, that is gone, this is past,
You cast yourself cast, passed by, gone down fast.
You say that you hate it.
You want to recreate it.
Ive played this round, Ive played your lover.
Ive played it out to the hilt.
Youre comin on with something so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.
You love it. you hate it.
You want to re-create it.
Now, this is here, this is me.
This is what I wanted you to see.
That was then, was that, that is gone.
That is what I wanted you to feel.
You love it. you hate it.
You spit it out, the bitter pill.
Ive been around, Ive been your lover
I let it go at kill devil hill.
Youre coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.
Ive played this round, Ive played your lover.
Ive played it out to the hilt.
Youre comin on with something so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.
You played around, you played me lover,
I let it go at kill devil hill,
Youre moving so hard, so fast, so numb
That you cant even feel.

song performed by by REM
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I was an only child so I played all the parts in any game I played. Very over the top sometimes and yet also able to play alone for hours.

quote by Rachelle Lefevre
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We Are That Game to Be Played

Against the tremendous magnitude,
Of 'this' part of the universe...
We will continuously pursue,
With persistence...
The insignificance of our existence.
To create a self importance.
Instead of enjoy with a caring,
What we now could share.
Before a nothingness of this experiment,
Goes away to replenish...
What was here before we came!
A feeding of a cosmos...
Determine to remain the same.
Allowing us to exist!
And not 'IT' as we insist!
We are that game to be played.
Not 'IT' to play to change.
No matter 'what' or 'who' we call upon to pray.
We are the game played!
And it is not the other way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weak and Much Flawed

Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.

And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.
Because what has been obtained,
Has for you no appeal.

However...
Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.

And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.

Is this because you are feeling used?
And you had desires to abuse?
Don't confuse the issue.
Sit back to use the tissues left.
Or take your tears...
To others more willing to open their ears.
And have no idea,
Your deceits are weak and much flawed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The first game I played. We played against the Dallas Texans.

quote by Jim Otto
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I Played The Game Of Words For Years

I PLAYED THE GAME OF WORDS FOR YEARS

I played the game of words for years-
It did not bring me to Fame and Fortune-
I tried and tried,
But no one really cared for what I did.

Now I am quite old,
It appears I will never get to where I wanted to go,

I have sadness and regret for this,
But I doubt I can change it.

Life is not necessarily what we dream it will be
We strive,
But God may give us something different from what we hoped.

I am still alive
I am writing this now
I have had many years to write and try
I thank God for that.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I played one game, and one game played me.

quote by Lawrence Taylor
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Once We Played

ONCE we played at love together--
Played it smartly, if you please;
Lightly, as a windblown feather,
Did we stake a heart apiece.

Oh, it was delicious fooling!
In the hottest of the game,
Without thought of future cooling,
All too quickly burned Life's flame.

In this give-and-take of glances,
Kisses sweet as honey dews,
When we played with equal chances,
Did you win, or did I lose?

Was your heart then hurt to bleeding,
In the ardour of the throw?
Was it then I lost, unheeding,
Lost my heart so long ago?

Who shall say? The game is over.
Of us two who loved in fun,
One lies low beneath the clover,
One lies lonely in the sun.

poem by Mathilde Blind
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I played in Joe Louis in a playoff game. I played there when the roof caved in for half a season. The facility is great for basketball because it goes straight up, so you feel like the fans are on top of you.

quote by Bill Laimbeer
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My father actually moved out from Chicago just so he could play tennis 365 days a year, so it was - it was a place we played every day. We played before school. We played after school. We woke up. We played tennis. We brushed our teeth in that order.

quote by Andre Agassi
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Last year in Germany at a town hall in Leipzig there was a game music concert played by the orchestra and some of the Final Fantasy scores were played. This year there is another concert scheduled in the same location, for game music.

quote by Nobuo Uematsu
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PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE...by Talile Ali

IVE SEEN ALL KINDS OF UGLINESS PRACTICED BY FOLKS THESE DAYS
BECAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY THEY SEEM TO THINK IT'S OK
TO RUN AROUND WRECKLESSLY AND DESTROY ALL THEY MAY

FOR SOME REASON NO ONE WILL PUT THEM IN PLACE
THEY LET THEM RUN AROUND AND RUIN A SPACE
AS IF BEING PRETTY WAS A LICENCE TO DEFACE

PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE

WHEN AN ARGUEMENT COMES WALKIN THRU THAT FRONT DOOR
PRETTY WILL BE USED TO SHUT IT DOWN AND WHATS MORE
IT NEVER UNDERSTANDS WHAT THE HELL FOR

THE SAD TRUTH ABOUT HOW ALL OF US PLAY
AROUND WITH PRETTY HOPING TO BE RUBBED THE RIGHT WAY
PRETTY ALWAYS ONLY HAS IT ONE WAY-IT'S DAY!

PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE

SO IF YOU FIND YOUR SELF BEING DRAWN UPON SOME DAY
GY SOMEONE PRETTY, THEN IT'S BEST RUN AWAY
CAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE THOROUGHLY PLAYED

AS YOU WATCH YOUR WORLD SPIN OUT OF CONTROL
YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH OF A FOOL YOU'VE BEEN SHOWED
YOUR IMAGE CORRUPTED AS IT APPEARS WHEN IT SO NEAR
PRETTY PEOPLE

FOR PERPETUATING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE

poem by Talile Ali
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A poem for Football lovers

Football can make you cry
it can also bring you joy
I've played and watched it
as a man and a small boy.
Football has great players
like the one and only Messi
the Argentinian is a genius
I wished he played for Coventry.
Football is the favourite sport
no other game comes anywhere near
in the U.K.it's the number one pastime
just beating fishing and drinking beer.
Football though can be an addiction
it can be on your mind all of the day
your thinking about goals, shots, and saves,
and even talking about it to God when you pray.
So long may Football be played on our planet
even though it has trouble along the way
but just think if there was no Football at all
us fans would have nothing to do on a Saturday!

poem by Kevin Halls
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