The Price For This Paid Is Obvious
Looking for quantity over substance?
A quality has been drained.
Seductions induced...
To produce brains limited of depth.
Accepted on surfaces entertained,
They are!
Even samples rejected,
Disturbs and upsets!
And yet...
A nourished maturity does not occur,
Without comprehended thought.
With curiousity and a patience endured.
There grows a lost production,
Only availing damaged goods.
And the price for this paid is obvious.
Explanations go dismissed of this!
Continued debates insist to assist decay!
As a plummeting business,
Remains misunderstood!
A marketing of blight,
Isn't moving as it should!
The demographics have stopped traffic.
Tainted products have stopped a demand!
And the dumping of waste...
Spreads over once precious land!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All the music was stopped! !
All da music was stopped
Brought hour to halt
Spookiness prevailed everywhere
Ghosts moving here n there
No sign of life
All da music was stopped
Ppl stopped walking
N I was moving
Feet were tired
Eyes were cruel
There was nobody to save me
I was stopped
All da music was stopped
It tuk away my walk
Heels were high
But peek was low
All da glitter was gone
Wid da mist of his bones
All da music was stopped
Brought hour to halt
poem by Somia Race
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The question in their minds was, why did the outside world, and particularly the Western world, produce all these landmines, and send them to Afghanistan? This business must be stopped. It's a dirty business to produce such a horrible device.
quote by Mohsen Makhmalbaf
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Damaged goods
I have a label.
The label will stick with me for life.
And remain deep within.
The label is damaged goods.
I'm so messed up after you did what you did.
I hate to be alone near any man.
I always look over my shoulder.
I cut my arms to ribbons.
I am now known as damaged goods.
On the day you raped me.
You broke me.
You left me frightened and scared.
But worst of all you left me damaged.
Like damaged goods.
Only I cant be mended.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Quick of Lip and Short of Thought
Destroyed by appearances.
And values on the surface...
That have no depth.
A quality of life has been sacrificed.
Devisive measures have assisted the blight.
There are still those bickering over racists insights.
And their ignorance has expedited conflicts biting...
Further into poisons to bring them all demise!
Since the foundation that supports their allegations,
Is in need of desperate repair...
And has cracked with wounds!
Everywhere!
Leaving hatred and bitterness,
To sink their luxurious ship!
Exposing themselves...
To be quick of lip and short of thought!
And agreeably their own worse enemy.
Nourished on 'mad cow' and polluted pretense...
That justifies this nonsense,
With an applied nonstop ignorance!
That seems more and more a way of life accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is Precious
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive,
With more of that shown...
From a depth.
Yeah.
People should stop their feeding,
On more nonsense that will upset.
Yeah!
People should spend time finding,
More happiness for them to get.
And forget about a past to sack and pack,
Yeah!
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Sympathize Do Not Pretend
When a quantity lacks quality.
And a marketing of garbage is anticipated.
Since garbage and trash thrive with medocrity.
How can anyone identify a high standard?
When reproductions are more suitable,
To those with aspirations just to be exposed...
To the theme of things.
And not to origins of originality seeped in innovation.
Or wish to come into contact with its depth!
That would involve a patience to comprehend,
Such motivation.
And comprehension is not the intention,
When some begin to pretend!
They may be patrons.
Fun seekers who enjoy being in the presence,
Of whatever it is prioritized at the moment.
But sympathizers they are not!
And those who sympathize do not pretend,
When there is something they know about truth...
In one's artistry.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ive Never Stopped Dreaming Of You
(j. l. wallace, terry skinner)
Ive forgotten your number
I hadnt called in a while
And Im slowly forgetting your funny little smile
Ive even stopped missing
The love that we knew
But Ive never stopped dreaming of you
Ive lost all the memories
The feel of your touch
And its left my mind why I loved you so much
Ive even forgotten who walked out on who
But Ive never stopped dreaming of you
Chorus:
Ive never stopped seeing your face every night
I see it each time that I close my eyes
And times heal the memories
Of the pain I went through
But Ive never stopped dreaming of you
Ive misplaced all the trinkets
That you told me to keep
And its been such a long time
Since Ive lost any sleep
Now Im doing just fine
With somebody new
But Ive never stopped dreaming of you
Repeat chorus
No Ive never stopped dreaming of you
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Why Are There Complaints?
I don't understand!
Aren't we living the lives folks demand?
Our sons are encouraged
By our daughters to be 'bad'!
'He's so bad! Just like a boy! '
We teach our children the love of weapons...
From daily games,
And given as Christmas toys.
'I thought Jesus was of peace?
And no where around the manger was there a sign
Of retaliation! '
I sat in one church...
And heard the devil's name repeated over and over again.
It was not clear what was being worshipped...
Introduced or enforced!
We speak of fellowship as if 'that' should be a religious movement,
Instead of a natural occurence!
And the values of standards, quality of life and traditions?
Please...
Entertaining lust and temptations!
Those are the foundations supporting the walls of shopping malls!
And television has been the marketing savior for greed!
Let's get 'real' about infesting delusions with teased fantasies!
I don't understand!
Aren't we living the lives folks demand?
Then why are there complaints of any kind?
Oh...
I see!
Bigots who are racists perceive,
They are not satisfied unless others unlike themselves,
Are deprived?
This has been a tremendous marketing strategy,
That has brought the current economy to grinding halt!
No wonder those bad terrorists and enemies,
Endangering this way of life have to be stopped!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inefficient World Food Production Distribution
food waste
one country
say old Italy
800 million tonnes
of fruit picked sold
from fruit trees
750 million tonnes
left to rot
never picked
every year
market price
market fixed
market profit
not worth picking
costs more picking
than sold price paid
what a waste?
millions die wanting
millions die starving
millions die hurting
in an inefficient world?
now it is raining
luxury fruits
cherries peaches
blemish on trees
never sold
never eaten
never saves lives
harvest
process
serves
still in old Italy
20 million tones
spoils to market
more money paid
waste paid collected
paid in dump charges
can we not do better?
Italy is but one country
waste in global community
sickens sweet bull commodity
in an electronic age
can we not do better
reduce waste food
shortage shame deficiencies?
China India hungry markets
2.5 billion people droughts floods
increasing phenomena purchases
on global markets now
are undermining food
global world prices now
world’s poorest farmers
are key to deficit farmers’ food
production improvement
efficiency management is key
rising food demand increases
on a waste finite land planet
time for think
tank
needed solutions?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As the revenue of the farmer is realized in raw produce, or in the value of raw produce, he is interested, as well as the landlord, in its high exchangeable value, but a low price of produce may be compensated to him by a great additional quantity.
quote by David Ricardo
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Nowhere At All
Hey, if you're moving too fast
Don't you want this thing last
But if you start moving slow
Hey, pretty mama, you just will have to go
Because
It's nobody's business but my own
It's nobody's business but my own
No, no, no, no, ... no
No, no, no, no, ... no
But if you start acting mean
Then I'll have to mess up the scene
But if you start treating me nice
Hey now baby, I'm gonna have to raise your price
Because it's nobody's business but my own
No, no, no, no, ... no
No, no, no, no, ... no
Nobody's business, nobody's business
Come on now
It ain't nobody's business, nobody business
No, no, no no, nobody's business, no, no, ...
It ain't nobody's business, yeah, but my own
nobody's business, but my own, no, no, no, ...
nobody's business ...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Can It Be Stopped
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can it be dropped.
Can it be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose.
Hoodwinkers out to dupe too!
And...
Can they be stooped.
Crooked people after loot,
Proving they can low stoop.
But...
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose,
Stooping low as they choose.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Is The Entity
I don't live my life on a discounted escapade.
Every bill delivered to my address...
Has just my name on it.
And they all get paid.
Because I've arrived at an age,
It is expected I get assistance.
And whatever I get I like to think I'm deserving.
Since I've never lived with a selfishness.
And most of my life I've been in service to others.
And to others I have served.
Very few times I've accepted hand outs given to me.
Especially knowing how easy it is for others to speak falsities.
About what they do in quantity...
And neither quantity nor quality from them do I receive.
God is The 'Entity' that has blessed my life tremendously.
Of this I have witnessed with no pretensions to exist.
And those who have come to go out of my life...
From me they knew as one to give,
And any taking was done was in respected appreciation.
I don't live my life on a discounted escapade.
Every bill delivered to my address...
Has just my name on it.
And they all get paid.
And if anyone has ever thought,
My life has been one of a free ride?
Not one of them has a clue,
As to why I strut with pride with my head held high.
It is what I have inside of me that God has allowed.
And about this I am not confused.
In fact...
I may be accused of being 'too' proud!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Good Business
It's a manipulation thing.
Of course...
If you tell people they are fantastic.
And convince them they are great.
They will do anything to keep that fed!
Even if they have to pay someone,
To keep that in their heads.
It's the 'I'm okay BUT you are marvelous' approach
To good duping!
And an excellent salesman,
Will always feed the ego of a suspected client first!
That's good business.
Some try the 'you-are-not-as-good-as-you-think-you-are' approach,
On some people!
Believing this establishes some kind of connection.
Only to find themselves quickly dismissed.
Especially by those who have been around a few blocks!
It is best to know the demographics...
Before applying any marketing techniques!
Some are great.
And then again...
Some fizzle and flop right on the spot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Just Haven't Discovered That Yet
'Mommie?
What is substance and quality?
We've been given an assigment,
To describe what it is in an essay.'
Substance is something one wishes to have,
When a missing of a quality has been overpriced.
'I see.
So...
In other words,
You're telling me...
You have no clue either.'
What did your father say about it?
'He said,
Substance is something sacrificed...
When the quality of it has been diminished,
To the getting of it only lasting for two minutes.'
Go tell your father,
He need not worry about the quality of the substance,
Any longer.
'Why is it,
When I ask you two a question...
The answers have nothing to do,
With my assignment.'
They do.
And they will.
You just haven't discovered that yet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stale and Cussed Filled Basements
There are those who had been nourished,
Based upon the looks of 'things'.
And not on quality or valued substance!
Familiar faces of those are compared to others.
Leaving deeds done ignored and undiscovered!
And as time goes by...
So comes with it the fading of 'things'!
An aging brings with it,
A change of outlook and accustomed habits!
And those who chose not to relate to 'this'...
Find the substance in their own lives,
Below an expected standard that exists.
Time does not address...
Who is or who is not,
Prepared for it to shift!
And those they thought they knew,
Go unknown to hide in shadows accepted.
And the saddest part of this revelation?
Most of them are related by blood.
In relationships gifted yet dismissed,
With an absence of kinship understood...
Or shared!
Or the caring of anyone aware of it!
No one seems to be at 'home'...
In their minds or anywhere!
And the few discovered that are?
Have never adventured into the attic.
To explore what maybe a treasure up 'there'!
Preferring to sit rusting with visions dusted...
In stale and cussed filled basements!
Expressing agitation.
And waiting to be rescued from darkened corners.
Insisting what they have chosen has not been welcomed!
With an ignorance applied that had once satisfied!
In denial!
Until sunlight comes with someone who knocks,
To crack open an unlocked door...
To expose them to one with wrinkled skin!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Opal
An opal is a precious stone and it is a
very rare stone indeed. The quality and
quantity are very special to me, I swear.
The quantity does not often outweigh the
Quality of stone, I assure you. But
it is so a stone of great value, to all
to cherish you see. An opal is a gem you
adore; especially like owning a piece of
gold forever more.
poem by Patarica D. Nunn
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Interpretations of Life
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.
They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.
They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.
Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!
And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Will I See You Again
In the dark
Im lying all alone
I just wonder where you are
But I know that you will come
That youll be there
Ive got to walk this lonesome road
To get this of my head
Ive got no time for the living dead
So, Im taking off for higher ground
To get you off my back
You know, you gotta cut me some slack
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Will I see you again
I didnt have the chance to say, Im sorry
Will I see you again
This is more than I can take (from you)
A bottle of moonshine in the evening
And the daymare starts to fade
Now Ive got time for the weekend raid
Im on my own and I cant stay bored,
Ive passed that river long ago
Im not sure Im your friend or foe
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Will I see you again
I didnt have the chance to say, Im sorry
Will I see you again
This is more than I can take (from you)
Ive got to clear my head
song performed by by E-type
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Every retailer, when they price their goods, looks at their total cost overall. When they have costs go up, they'll price their products accordingly.
quote by Dan Butler
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