The Troubadour
The troubadour from an unseen place comes,
To poetically sing of those current events...
In villages where such a presence can incense,
Those with dirty laundry to hide...
In secret corners to deny and blocked to sightings,
From those not living within exclusive fences...
To protect their doings without lament.
Entertaining but may be found highly offensive,
When the lyrics of the poet stings...
And nothing romantic are among the offerings.
Since this troubadour intends,
To mock and parrot those incidents defended...
By those living amongst the villagers,
And pretending a nonrealistic existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dirty Laundry
I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam
in her eye
It's interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the heir dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry!
song performed by by Lisa Marie Presley
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Dirty Laundry
I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I dont have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
Its interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
You dont really need to find out whats going on
You dont really want to know just how far its gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre stiff
Kick em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybodys pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When its said and done we havent told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!
song performed by by Don Henley
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The Troubadour
Glowing with love, on fire for fame
A Troubadour that hated sorrow
Beneath his lady's window came,
And thus he sung his last good-morrow:
'My arm it is my country's right,
My heart is in my true-love's bower;
Gaily for love and fame to fight
Befits the gallant Troubadour.'
And while he marched with helm on head
And harp in hand, the descant rung,
As faithful to his favourite maid,
The minstrel-burden still he sung:
'My arm it is my country's right,
My heart is in my lady's bower;
Resolved for love and fame to fight
I come, a gallant Troubadour.'
Even when the battle-roar was deep,
With dauntless heart he hewed his way,
'Mid splintering lance and falchion-sweep,
And still was heard his warrior-lay:
'My life it is my country's right,
My heart is in my lady's bower;
For love to die, for fame to fight,
Becomes the valiant Troubadour.'
Alas! upon the bloody field
He fell beneath the foeman's glaive,
But still reclining on his shield,
Expiring sung the exulting stave:-
'My life it is my country's right,
My heart is in my lady's bower;
For love and fame to fall in fight
Becomes the valiant Troubadour.'
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Dragged Into The Open
I am the first to sympathize,
With those wishing not to see...
Their dirty laundry dragged into the open,
So publicly for it to be seen on the streets.
With a doing done by them...
But goes unadmitted consciously.
Living in denial is not a gift to cherish,
By anyone seeking others to disparage.
Opening one's eyes to be freed of dishonesty,
Reveals the truth within.
Realizing a critique quickly given...
Is not neccessarily meant as negativity.
I am the first to sympathize,
With those wishing not to see...
Their dirty laundry dragged into the open,
So publicly for it to be seen on the streets.
With a doing done by them...
But goes unadmitted consciously.
And if so much which is soiled is publicly exposed,
Denying its existence only tarnishes more...
The credibility of those,
Believing they can hide to smother anything...
Under impressive dress.
In the wearing of brand new clothes recently purchased.
And yet,
Missing a message when delivered and told.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Troubadour à Muse
Should you stay fey Troubadour’s muse,
walls would fall heeding need's call, I swear,
souls united, delighted, all share,
with only bemusement to lose.
On days dark, in the dumps, much the blues,
with a butterfly touch, laughter rare,
Cupid's bow, Zephyr's blow, would declare
Cinderella should don dancing shoes.
Enchantment spells well to enthuse
rejoicing that naught could impair,
jubilation, creation, forms stair
to heaven through rainbow as woos
heart to heart once apart, each takes cues
up, around, to rebound, well may dare
answer call of the wild, child repair
to prepare transformation's true hues.
Should you play kind Troubadour’s muse,
away with toils, trouble and care -
discovering answers to prayer
with wantonness neither refuse.
When you kiss bliss takes wing, life renews
welfare's tune springing wellspring, brings where
bright eyes dream through lagoon blue moon, there
stars sparkle, shine, intertwine views.
No blame could exist, no accuse
‘WE’ creation could catalyze, air
to stimulate stanzas, - nor scare,
nor fear, dear, no asking ‘what’s whose? ’
Thus your mirror, fair Troubadour’s muse,
Time lines leaves behind, neither ware
of the need to seed feelings, feed, share
beyond commonplace keyed to amuse.
If O.K. bright ray, Troubadour's muse,
each phrase might rhyme praise everywhere,
spirit brave, blithe, reve[a]led as each layer
protective peels, unseals joy's fuse.
As Troubadour's muse you should choose
priceless patterns and textures, compare
clear vision in tender affair
to humdrum existence crowd rues,
there fusion would never confuse,
inspiration enough, and to spare,
intuitive insight aware
of the chance to advance, shed taboos.
Interplay between Troubadour, muse,
flamboyancy splices with flair,
both would sow, both would grow, as a pair,
flow as current electric to use
space as base to trace joy - not abuse -
we should tenderness share, greet, prepare
ideal idyll past fast will repair...
would you play fair as Troubadour's muse?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Dirty Little Secret
Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know
The way she feels inside (inside)
Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)
These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie)
And now I try to lie
It's eating me apart
Trace this life out
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret)
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Who has to know
Who has to know
song performed by by All American Rejects
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Let Us Forget Our Villages...
Villages, my friend, are no more those heavens.
You used to tell about villages living, I remember.
Villages, my friend, are no more those marvels.
You used to boast about the ones quite variant, I recall.
Villages have begun to grow its heights,
Its vast expanses shrinking to a few yards.
Villages have sent away their caring mothers to the towns,
Villages have driven away their milky animals to the farm houses.
That`s why my friend, I can`t take you to my village
And when you offer to do so, I am not inclined.
Let us hide in the fortress of this city`s hard walls known to us and
Forget our villages where our memories wander as ghosts.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Deeds Done They Do
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And why it happened...
To involve someone who had no idea,
They had been selected to be victimized.
And those initiating these activities with lies...
Are still pretending their innocence.
They are still trying to convince those unknowing...
They had nothing to do with the incidents.
And they had been the culprits who plotted the events!
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And the evilness of those who know,
They are involved!
I am not Sherlock Holmes...
So I could care less how that is solved!
And the bitterness I carry,
Will itself be resolved!
I am familiar with the environment
Of such wickedness and those of evil doings.
Choosing I have,
To ignore and resist it.
Truth is truth!
And does not remain concealed...
To protect those who chose to live,
Behind deeds done they do that are unreal!
They reveal themselves in time.
Their minds unwind in observation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Female Troubadour
It's not proper for me to be here
It's not right that I can sing
Because women should be at home
While the men do everything
Don't the men tire of it
Of blocking us women out
They complain about all the work
While women 'sit and pout'
I love being a minstrel
I adore it with all my heart
Even if I'm not supposed to
My poems and I won't part
So on with the female troubadour
On with my poet's soul
Because even if you don't agree
My quill burns like coal
poem by Allison Pardieck
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Hard Livin' Without You
Nothing to say no place to hide
I can't find a good reason even to lie
All of our dreams are gone
I may not be right but I'm surely not wrong
And it's gonna be hard
So very, very hard living without you
Well don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Nowhere to go, no place to run
We started out just having fun
Well, I never cared too much
Not till the going got so very rough
And it's gonna be hard
So very, very hard living without you
Don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Well, don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Baby don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Well, don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Baby don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Don't you know that it's
song performed by by Zebra
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Peaceful Living
Written by natalie cole
Have you been to the very top of the highest hill
Where the air is fresh and sweet and the sky is so clear
Looking out on the country side and the view of the villages so far away
There is nothing to feel, nothing to feel
Come with me, wont you take my hand
Lets explore this heaven right here on earth, peaceful living is here
Me and you on this mountaintop with our love we will never stop
cause we both know peaceful living is right here
And here we are in utopia where the sun never seems to go away
And the moon is our friend, hmm
Looking out on a starry night and the sky is like a sleigh for riding on
But you dont need a pin, you dont need a pin
Precious one, youre a joy to me
And I know that theres no place else Id rather be
Peaceful living is here, yeah, yeah
Me and you on this mountain top with our love well never stop
And we both know peaceful living is right right, hoo--
And the moon is our friend, me and you, yeah, yeah, yeah--
Precious one youre a joy to me
And I know that theres no place else Id rather be
Peaceful is living here, oh, me and you on this mountaintop
With our love well never stop cause we both know peaceful living is here
We both know peaceful living is here
We both know peaceful living is right here
La, la, peaceful living, la, la, peaceful living, living, living--
La, la, peaceful living
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Am I romantic or am I not?
Everytime I was pretending
That I was not at all romantic
And I used to act in this way,
When he was near to my heart
What persuaded me to think this way?
Was I bound by an unknown fear?
Was I unaware of his presence?
But he wanted to open the door,
Of my ever doubtful and stressed heart.
I remember him all through my day, Eventhough he is far away from me
For he is ever such a good man to me
Now I know him well and his life
But my mind is cheating me e'erytime
And I can't sleep in my nights
Without remebering his face
Am I in love with him?
Or am I still pretending
That am not at all romantic......
But a question that always
I asking to my sad heart,
Am I romantic or am I not?
Hard Living Without You
Nothing to say no place to hide
I can't find a good reason even to lie
All of our dreams are gone
I may not be right but I'm surely not wrong
And it's gonna be hard
So very, very hard living without you
Well don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Nowhere to go no place to run
We started out just having fun
Well, I never cared too much
Not til the going got so very rough
And it's gonna be hard
So very, very hard living without you
Don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Don't you know that it's
Solo
Hard living without you
Well, don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Baby don't you know that it's
Hard living without you
Don't you know that it's
(Repeat)
song performed by by Zebra
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Delusional Tool
He has made such a mess of things.
How dare he expose,
Our dirty clothes.
He brings attention and demeans.
And discloses,
Truth we oppose.
Popular he may be.
And yet he stings.
He speaks with too much honesty.
And that discomfort to us he brings.
He has made such a mess of things.
How dare he expose,
Our dirty clothes.
He brings attention and demeans.
And discloses,
Truth we oppose.
With ammunition given,
To our enemies they use.
Showing us to be beneath perfection.
And perfect we are.
Since this is what we will always choose.
Our filthy laundry has always been ours...
To hide and deny.
Who is he to determine,
Our way of life...
Has been a delusional tool?
His truthfulness is appalling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im sick and tired(written on August 16,2008)
Im sick of pretending im happy
Im tired of pretending i care
all this pain ive been put through
Is too much for me to bare
Im sick of pretending i love life
im tired of living this lie
fed up with trying to hide my hurt
I just want to sit down and cry
Im sick of pretending i hate you
Imtired of pretending to know
The reasons why you left me
Oh why did you have to go
Im sick of trying
Im tired of crying
Yeah im smiling
But inside im dying
poem by Elizabeth Burnworth
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Land Of The Living
i found myself
in another world
i found myself
alive and well
i am the vapor
i am the gas
you be the angel
of everything
this is the land of the living
this is the land of reprisal
this is the land of the living
the living
the living
i lost myself
too wide a plane
i opened up
i'm not the same
i am electric
made of wire
you be the match
i'll be the fire
this is the land of the living
this is the land of reprisal
this is the land of the living
the living
the living
the living
in myself i try for you
walk a thousand miles to get us through
airways
jet planes
safe landings
no branding
land
land
this is the land of the living
the land of reprisal
this is the land of the living
the land of survival
survival
land
land
this is the land of the living
the living
the living
the living
song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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Tomorrow is the laundry day
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though tomorrow’s bright and sunshine strikes
Seduce you to play outside
But duty must be priority
Washing the dirty to be clean again
And your day will feel light
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though tomorrow’s cloudy and can’t stop rainy
Bother you with damp laundry
But duty is duty
Washing the dirty so it won’t be stinky
And your day will be bright
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though your laundry is already loaded
And you don’t want to see or touch
But duty must be completed
Washing the dirty so it ready to be used
And your day will feel more comfortable
After you do that
Tomorrow is the laundry day
Though your heart grumbles “Later”
No, do not listen that lazy one
Duty is to be worked not be grouch
Washing is a fun job if your heart happy
And your day will be victory
After you do that
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sweetened Medications
If being honest and the living of truth,
Was not considered offensive...
By those wishing to protect,
Their prefabricated lives with high-tech weapons...
There would be more people accepting,
Not only truth...
But the reality of their existence,
Without the need for sweetened medications.
Or other false addictions to sustain selfish habits...
To maintain self centered and self righteous beliefs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~ Mellifluent Universe is Waiting Still! ~
~ Mellifluent Universe is Waiting Still! ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
3 August 2010
Supernal ~ Alto
Celestial ~ Contralto
Stellar ~ Euphony
Soprano ~ Showering
Sonata ~ Subliming.
O’ humans
In delectation delight
Douse souse dowse
In Musical Mellifluent
Fest fete fiesta of Universe.
Wash flush balm salve
Blemishes blues
Bruised blisters
In troubadour’s jongleur
Of mellisonant shower.
Hey mortal being
Enjoy rhapsodic
Rapturous ecstatic
Escalation levitation
Imbue in immortality
In synchrony symphonious
Flowething Music of Silence
Melody attired sky of your heart.
Mellifluent Universe Is Waiting Still!
=
Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
[1] Alto ~ The pitch range of the lowest female voice
[2] Troubadour ~ Lyric on country love [by medieval French poet]
[3] Jongleur ~ An itinerant minstrel
~~
Copyright reserved by author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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My Dark
Why do I always seek the dark?
The nice wholesome dark
Never judging; never caring
Self helping dark
The dark corners of my life
These corners are my life
Where ever I go I seek
These dark corners; my corners
They make me feel secure
Feel wanted; surrounded
At peace
Like the rest of the world is gone
Why must I use the dark?
Where do these issues come from?
Where does this sorrow come from?
Why can’t I have answers?
I need these dark corners
They are so reassuring
Their echoes speak to me; they don’t mock me
They are my dark safe corners
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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