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The Thought Of Being Heard

Should I spare you the agony,
Of believing there is a need for your response?
There isn't.
As long as we keep between us,
This rare eye contact...
I will remain appreciative of that.

Since...
I am accustomed to communicating with those,
Who scan anyone from head to toe.
And those who don't have turned up noses,
As they walk down the streets...
Often talk to me standing sideways,
With their eyes staring at my feet.
As if my voice is coming from any place other,
Than my mouth.
With the aid of using my lips and teeth!

However...
The people living in my environment,
Are more prepared to gossip...
Than they are to have a one on one.
Something that is meaningly done.
And having this eye contact you give me,
Makes me feel you understand.
And you don't have to say a word.
It's just the thought of being heard,
That has been worth this entire experience.
Thank you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spirit

Test your spirit.
See where it takes you.
Give it wings.
Then see where it flew.
It can cover much ground
to all those around
that come into contact with you.

Give your spirit
the chance it needs
to elevate the world
and plant the seeds
of kindness to all that have hit a wall
and now have made contact with you.

Watch your spirit
grow on its own
as it shines its brilliance
on those in pain
or those who remain
without a light
until they make contact with you.

For your spirit transcends
and makes amends
to all inequities on earth,
to all who have forgotten about
their own self-worth
and need a reminder
as they come into contact with you.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Have The Touch

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people, I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion, do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch
Im waiting for ignition, Im looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch
Only, only
Wanting contact
Only, only
Im wanting contact
Only, only
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake hands, shake hands.
Any social occasion, hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch
Only, only
Wanting contact
Only, only
Im wanting contact
Only, only
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, the tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back, but nothing seems to please
I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
Tac-tacatac, tac-tacatac
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
Tac-tacatac, tac-tacatac
I need contact
Ah, tac-tacatac
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
I need contact.

song performed by by Heather Nova
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I Have The Touch

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch
Im waiting for ignition, Im looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
Im wanting contact
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Any social occasion, its hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
Im wanting contact
Im wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems
To please
I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Feel

Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role Ive been given.
I sit and talk to god
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I dont understand.
(chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
I dont wanna die,
But I aint keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
Im preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
Thats why I keep on running.
Before Ive arrived, I can see myself coming.
(chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.
(instrumental)
(chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in,
I got too much love,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
I just wanna feel real love,
In a life ever after
Theres a hole in my soul,
You can see it in my face, its a real big place.
(instrumental)
Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living,
Not sure I understand,
This role Ive been given
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.

song performed by by Robbie Williams
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After All These Years

Turn around.
Don't show me your back,
Give me eye contact.
Stop staring at the ground.

You wanted me to be honest.
And honesty I've given.
You wanted me to give love complete.
I'm here to deliver,
Both bitter and sweet.

Don't shut me out!
Let me in.
Help me to understand.
What have I said...
For you to lower and shake your head?

If I am wrong,
Tell me now.
Open up and communicate.
Don't be like that.
I want to comprehend.
Don't give me a cold shoulder.
Over something I'm sure,
Wont happen again.
Can you for once not be so stubborn?
What did I say to offend?

Turn around.
Don't show me your back,
Give me eye contact.
Stop staring at the ground.

I was teasing when I said,
Your head is like cement!
But don't give me the silent treatment.
Or reason to initiate another argument.
Anything but that silence!
That silence you can prevent.
'Okay! Okay...you win! '
Again!
For 'whatever' it was...
That started this 'nonsense' of yours,
To begin!

'Nonsense?
You spent my last twenty dollars,
On lottery tickets?
And you say that is 'NONSENSE? '

YEAH!
But I won a hundred dollars.

'Why did you not say that in the first place? '

Well...
You still have such a terrific behind.
And after all these years...
I took a moment or two,
Of my time to bide...and ponder!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People talk the streets hypnotic

Another day has come
And I cannot help it
I’ve got to go out and hear
I’ve got to go out and let it hear me
Walk the streets like walk the clouds
People speak people laugh
People laugh and their laughter
Spreads my laughter too
People look at me I look at them
They want to come into my eyes
They wonder I wonder
I take them like a picture
I want to go in they take me in
We walk together
People talk shallow talks
I hear the depths below
People beg the streets
I beg the streets with them
People seek the streets
Being sought by them
People cry my tears
People kiss I can feel the kisses
People touch I can feel the touches
People talk the streets
I talk people in the streets
Put fragments of their talk
Into a Hypnos mosaic
Of my own words
‘Communication is health. Communication.’

Note: The last line taken from Mrs Dalloway by V. Woolf
People talk - a short novel by Rastko Petrovich

Miroslava Odalovic,2010.

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Points of contact

We travel and keep moving
Each time you move ahead
You should have stepped at a point
Ensuring the grip of the point
You might have pushed ahead
And you make your next step
After reaching the next point of contact
You push ahead
Exerting the force of the push
On the point of contact

The more frequently you
Meet the points of contact
The faster is your movement and going ahead

The point of contact acts as fulcrum
That ensures your push becomes a movement
Thus, you will agree,
Points of contact
Help you move
Regardless of the direction
And regardless of the destination

Quality of your movement
Depends a lot on the
Quality of the points of contact
A slippery, less firm point of contact
Makes you slip
And end up with failure
Your journey terminating not
Helping you reach the destination
Despite all your skills
And efforts towards pushing ahead

You understand that
Points of contact need your attention
They need nourishment
Maintenance and care

The Point of contact need not be
Just a material or stone
Or a step in a ladder or staircase
It can also be a person
Who helped you in your movement
Some time, some where and some how

It is also a requirement
That you be in touch with them
Demonstrating your care and love for them

Your life journey
Either through vocational career,
Or through domestic living
Or through places
Require the blessings of points of contact

Take care of them
Nurture them
Ensure that they are fit and strong enough
To carry your weight
And help you go further ahead in life

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Dont Talk About It

I was staring at the people
Lost and terrified
Turned and saw you smiling
My heart was terrorised
Lust among the millions
Another suicide
Chorus:
When I think that love was there
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont wanna talk about it
The pain we share
While they just talk about it
While they just talk about it
A hand reached out to touch me
A letter hit the pile
I felt my life revolving
Like fingers in a dial
Just then I stopped believing
But only for a while
When I think that love was there
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont wanna talk about it
The pain we share
While they just talk about it
While they just talk about it
When I think that love was there
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont give it up
Dont count on their loving
Dont give it up, dont try
Dont give it up
Dont count on their loving
Dont give it up, dont try
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont wanna talk about it
(chorus)
When I think that love was there
I was staring at the people
Lost and terrified
Turned and saw you crying
A victim of your pride
But you are no civilian
So open up your eyes
(chorus)

song performed by by Culture Club
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Forbidden Fruit

He presses it to his lips,
Bares his teeth,
And nips at the flesh.
Sweet liquid escapes his lips
And races with his tongue
From the corner
Of his mouth.
He catches the nectarous droplet
And draws it back inside.
Oh my!
How I long for a taste!
To touch his delicious lips with mine.
To fold my tongue through
The warm sweetness of him
Again...again and again.
Ohhhh to hear my name groaned
Through his baritone voice
As my body sings his song.

His eyes....his beautiful eyes are....

Uh oh! !

He sees me!

I feel crimson warmth spread
Across my face
And wonder..
How long have I been staring at him?

© 2012

poem by Ruby Honeytip
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Connection

Unused lyrics at beginning of lyric sheet:
Warm.....round the hunting fire
Wrapped in the robes of the dead warrior
Protected from ferocious winds
Under the shield of the dead gladiator
Standing in the darkness of this stagecraft
All is black I cannot see your faces I need
Light I want to see your eyes
Let my voice wash over your faces
Connection
Connection
Whoaa ohhh
A hundred thousand years ago
People livin in bone white cities
Comin and goin on streets of silver
Talkin future history
Then something very strong went wrong
And suddenly
People gathered round the hunting fires
(huddled in caves like animal, not human)
Round the warmth of the late night fire
Cities gone, memories fading
Spend their lives round the late night fire
Give their souls to the hunting fire
Seeking each others company
Tryin to remember ancient history
They lost connection
They lost contact
They need to touch you
Reach out across the ages and touch you
Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century
A young girl named phoebe caulfield
Plops herself down on the sofa
Pops open a soda and watches you
She likes to watch murderer talk
She likes to see them on my tv
She likes to watch them how they walk
She likes to hear what they say
Its like a car crash
Bloody fascination
You wonder how they get their shoes tied
Sit and stare at the horror there
She knows you watch them too
Stranglers, murderers, snipers, terrorists
Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones
All them looking for
Connection
They lost contact
They lost direction
They need sexual, mystical
Magical, uninterrupted, peter gabriel like
Contact
Here I am
Again inside
This darkness
All is black
I cannot see your future
Give me light
I want to see your eyes
Just a little light
Inside your future
A small connection
Connection
Ah!!!!
Id like to see jesus and mohammad
On the road to damascus
What did you think they would say
Would they fight with knives clenched in their teeth
Like jews and arabs today
Or would they walk and speak
Like philosophers and thinkers
Amused at each others insights
Relishing the brain waves there
Round the warmth of the hunting fire
Eager for, hungry for
They got to have
You know they love
Connection
Contact
Communion
And let our two great religions
Cease their senseless struggle
It only hurts the children
Connection
Connection

song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Not Going To Be Mistaken As Chopped Liver

This is something,
People find very difficult to understand...
When opportunities are given,
Upfront and personal!
They do not return.
Or come back with attempts to influence.
The mission is to 'give'.
Not to convince.

In fact,
If slighted...
One will never know,
How they are connected...
Those misunderstood opportunities.

Especially,
After they have been evaluated...
As not being beneficial to anyone.

'Excuse me?
Who do I think I am?
Uh...a local resident of this place.
Why? '

Does this need further clarification?

And that can be applied to people as well.
Perceiving someone not to be qualified,
To achieve a task OR deliver to another...
A 'key' to their achievement.
Because of some pre-conceived notion...
One will only pay attention to someone,
Who 'looks' and 'acts' a certain way.

You know...
Someone seen on TV?
And 'not' a neighbor,
Busted for selling crack.

Some people will talk about that,
For the rest of their lives.

Or they may 'live' in a certain environment...
Where nothing but mediocrity is praised.
And everyone in it is dismissable?

'I don't know why they are 'here'.
And not in LA.
Or New York City.
Especially doing what they do!
What a waste.
I'm going to move to Atlanta...
Where I've heard the opportunities really are.'

This outlook,
Can be extremely detrimental.
ESPECIALLY...
If someone deemed useless,
Has chosen a familiar environment...
To exist and develop their own sense of happiness.
You know...
Do 'their' thing AND excell.

People just may have a gold mine,
Right under their turned up noses.
And gold,
Ultimately...
Is not going to be mistaken,
As chopped liver.
Wherever one decides to reside.
Even in a place where the main activity,
Happens to be self loathing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Told Them They Could Fly Their Own Kites?

Why on Earth are all those people standing in line.
So patient they seem.
And not one hint of any conflict between them.
All representing different ethnic 'persuasions' too.

What's going on?
All adorning those parachutes.
And...
If my own eyes did not betray me.
I would think they roll their own at 'Me'.
For Heaven's sake...
Who told them they could fly their own kites?
And wear their own parachutes?
Have I become too delusional?

'Well,
Your Highness...
Out of deep respect,
I will say 'yes' and 'no'.

You didn't hear this from me...
And you, of all people, know how gossip goes.
However...
I've heard it said,
The people have become extremely upset.
Because of your drama and fantasized policies.
And no longer buy into that concept,
Of wings, golden slippers, white robes...
And the playing of harps,
And trumpets in some afterlife.

The people have decided,
To take their own chances.
Think independently.
And they've prepared to leave the kingdom.'

That's preposterous!

'Like a rhinoceros wearing Gucci.
I agree.
But I do have a suggestion.'

Quick come out with it.

'We can contact Beyoncé.
She always comes up,
With some trend setting sounds.
Maybe she can compose something,
To turn their minds around.'

Yeah!
But I've already made a long term deal,
With Jay-Z...
To keep the beats pumping.
And I don't want to be the reason,
For any disagreements between those two.
I think they are two of the kingdom's best peeps.
Ya dig?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Word Of Mouth

Ive been trying to get a message to you,
But the operator cant put me through,
Because the vandals went and wrecked all the telephones.
And all my enemies are spreading bad news,
You wont call me, thats why Im calling you,
To put you straight about the rumors theyre spreading about me back home.
I should have known, sooner or later,
Youd get the news, sooner or later,
The word of mouth will get right back to you.
Somehow we lost communication,
My only chance in my situation,
Is that the word of mouth gets my message through.
The word of mouth,
The word of mouth,
But who are they to say the things they do?
The word of mouth says that Ive gone insane,
That wine and women have affected my brain.
Well whos the big mouth spreading the news again?
The word of mouth says Im round the bend,
Its all over, this is the end.
Exaggeration sure gets the better of people who send[? ].
The word of mouth,
The word of mouth,
But who are they to say the things they do?
The word of mouth said I should be put in my place.
The word is out Im in disgrace -- a waste of space.
But if they say it, say it to my face.
People talking, trying to dig up the dirt,
There are so many lies around.
They spread their gossip and the rumors around this town.
Word of mouth, face to face,
My word of mouth has stated my case,
And Im saying Im coming back home to you.
You should have know sooner or later,
Youd get the news sooner or later,
The word of mouth will get right back to you.
The word of mouth,
Shut your mouth,
Shut your face!

song performed by by Kinks
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A wish to talk

i wish i could talk to you
make contact and talk through
it is pleasure talking to a distant friend
it was nice for the talks to end

She was not for close contact
She was happy to be confined and in tact
It was her logic and may be fact
She had good reason to react

I was amused when she said she wants to knew persons
From different parts of the world for various reasons
It is giving long insight and proper understanding
It is nice feeling with greater bonding

Well, I responded with saying so
But I could leave the scene and go
She seems o be quite reserved
But her brilliance I definitely observed

She commented for living in isolation
It was nice for her but a good revelation
There was nice meeting with good conciliation
I had no more plan to pose a question

She was sure to come back as she was brilliant
I had come all of sudden and talk was instant
I was to gain something more
I pursued it long therefore

It was just time to depart
As I intended no to part
But since it was good beginning or start
I had played my part as very smart

It is good to meet various people
We are able to communicate and capable
It makes us to think positively
It is easy and helpful relatively

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Above Myself

(3/30/12)

Sitting at home watching t. v.
When something took control of me
I felt as if I was floating on air
I had no worries, I had no cares.

I saw myself staring down at me
And asking myself: how can this be?
Then I heard a strange voice over my head saying
" you're alive - you're not dead"

There is a place that you must go
This is a place that I must show.
He took my hand and up we went
I felt as if it was heaven sent.

He showed me a country ravaged by war
And bodies were strewn all over the floor.
He showed me families living in shacks
Under terrorists attacks
He showed me children walking the streets
Looking for water and something to eat.

He showed me women being raped
And a terrorist putting it on tape.

He said: this is the point that this world has come to
And there is something that I must ask of you
" we need these voices to be heard
We need you to spread the word"

Then he took me back to where I began
For this was all part of GODS plan.
He wants all of us to do what's right
This should be our only fight.

"Now I see and understand that we must do all we can."

poem by Louis Rams
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I Thought I Heard You Calling My Name

(Lee Emerson)
I said goodbye to you this mornin'
With only these words to explain
I said I'd found someone Ilove better
But I still hear your voice call my name
I thought I heard you callin' my name
Funny, I still feel this way.
Your voice seem so close, but I knew
That by now you were many miles away
--- Instrumental ---
I walk through the streets of the city
People passing by think it's so strange
I'm talkin' but there's no one beside me
I thought I heard you call my name
I thought I heard you callin' my name
Funny I still feel this way
Your voice seems so close but I knew
That by now you're many miles away
I thought I heard you callin' my name...

song performed by by George Strait
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Walk With Me (in Nata)

walk with me in this village
walk with me tonight
no holding back anymore
for the cold feet of mine i feel
i tremble in talk
but can not stop the walk
to walk
and link up, and talk
with the humble wise straight-talk
people from nata to njuutshaa
i remember one tebetebe
literally means a butterfly
as she proudly talks and inspiring
so many and much she would talk
a point she would have in (the same) talk
indeed a blessing to me
a blessing to live
a blessing to give
and stay(ed) in a group of this group
for it is so worth it

same again...
let me welcome you to nata
it would have been a night after
a long day of intense community work
from kasane to nata, thereafter
proceeding to njuutshaa
my eyes so wide open like a bright star
met so many kind people, and laughter
on the land of our father
deep in the woodlands of nata
via sepako, semowane and back to nata
blessed people of my father

(i feel) so touched by all this
i can not erase this
from my memory,
i still relate my thoughts
my senses and energy
as you walk with me
a journey of thought in kind
a place so many would find
so barren and clear but a kind
to settle one's own mind
in its epic and blind
at night not to see
the beauty, the people and peace of mind
as amenities you may find
so welcoming, in nata

extract from 'nata' journal.
'footsteps' june 2012 v.7

opn16062012/0300

poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Sarcastic Wit

I once convinced myself,
I could curb my sarcastic wit.
And for all of ten minutes,
I tolerated my enforced patience.
Hoping the expressions in my eyes...
With an eyebrow lift,
Would deliver my thoughts...
Without them coming through my lips.

But the torment shown on my face,
Could not erase the smoke slowly emitting...
From my ears.

And when it was mentioned to me,
My eyeballs look as if they would pop out of my head...
And my face was beginning to turn beet red?
Well...
Immediately I panicked.
Black folks are not known to turn beet red!
I was not prepared to become a phenomenon.
OR a statistic.

I realized for health reasons,
It is better for me to be sarcastic.
Than to pass out to accomplish the impossible...
By attempting to keep my mouth closed.
Instead of freely saying to another...
What it is I have to say.
Since I am not into rolling eyes...
Or speaking out of both sides of my mouth.

Like some folks I know,
Afraid that being direct...
May effect their standing in gosssip circles.
And who have popularized,
The 'look away as they speak'...
Delivery when communicating.
And...
They are quite comfortable in the doing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Consistency matters

Frequency of contact,
Intensity of contact,
And longevity of contact
Together or severally
Can burn even a banana sheath.
Love is fire that burns like that.
12.11.2002

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Would Hate to Ruin My Reputation

Why don't you see me hanging in the streets?
Or at the local clubs,
Milling through a crowd of people...
With a drink or two,
And having small talk with those I meet.

Why don't you see me socializing,
And sitting around?
Discussing who is still living.
And who has moved out of town?

And when you do see me...
I appear to have peace of mind,
With no complaints to share.
Or fresh gossip to spare to toss around.
Why is it that I seem to have something to do...
And less time to find to moan and whine?

I don't know!
I've heard I am crazy!
Lazy and unmotivated!
I hope that's what you've heard too.
I would hate to ruin my reputation.
It would be devastating for me,
To discover that wasn't true!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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