They Could Not Wait To Leap To Their Feet
There is one unmistakable thing,
That being unprepared does.
It almost guarantees,
There will be a delivery of embarrassment.
Of the most unusual kind.
Especially when people,
Have been exhausted out of their minds.
When one is not ready for a presentation,
But volunteers to represent...
As the moderator of an upcoming event.
And has been given the time,
With a list of topics from which to pick.
And to initiate a discussion...
With a knowledged of the topic one has selected.
This can certainly be avoided.
And yet,
There still will be those...
Unaccustomed to appear as if they represent idiots,
Imbeciles and/or fools out of touch.
Without giving a hint,
Of knowing anything that makes sense.
But will ramble on as if raised eyebrows add,
An approval...
From those interrupting with a standing ovation.
With a desire not to hear what's going on prolonged.
'I can not believe I had them THAT mesmerized.'
~Oh you had them!
As you see,
They could not wait to leap to their feet.
With a rushing done toward the exits.
I think they thought your speech was overwhelming.~
'Wow!
And no one stayed to ask questions.
I am impressed.'
~Me too.
I have never seen a room clear so quickly.
You have a way with words that motivates immediate response.~
'I can not wait to do this again.'
~No need to rush.
Savor the moment.
And let what has taken place 'really' sink in.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Everyone She Knows
Like everyone she knows
Shes holding out for truelove
Waiting on an answer
Ready for a change
And everywhere she goes
Shes just a little bit on the lookout
A day might mean tomorrow
Questions still remain
Its not that shes so sad
She always was a happy soul
But lately she gets to wonder to herself
Whats the good of going on anymore
I see her in her room
Sitting at the window
Wondering if shes pretty
Feeling just a little small tonight
She thinks of going home
Giving up on the city
Maybe moving back down to mobile
Its not that far to fall
I know she wont see me
But I might just say anyhow
If I could be right there right now
As I myself was told
Hold tight to your hearts desire
Never ever let it go
Let nobody fool you into giving it up too soon
Tend your own fire
Lay low and be strong
Wait awhile
Wait it out
Wait it on out
Wait it out
Itll come along
I know she wont see me
But I might just say anyhow
If I could be right there right now
As I myself was told
Hold tight to your hearts desire
Never ever let it go
Let nobody fool you into giving it up too soon
Tend your own fire
Lay low and be strong
Wait it out
Wait it out
Wait it on out
Wait it out
Let it come along
Oh, wait awhile
Wait awhile
song performed by by James Taylor
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Crazed With A Self Centeredness
When a leader of intelligence,
That clearly should get respect...
But doesn't by those who have chosen,
To express their ignorance.
This reflects on what they represent.
With nothing left that can be said,
About beliefs that are kept...
In the minds of those,
Crazed with a self centeredness.
'Not only are your actions disrespectful,
But you also have been fed a belief...
You can do and say as you please.
With a representing of those like yourself,
Providing a validation as to why the world,
Is in such a mess.'
~I thought you were finished with your statement.~
'No!
You wanted to give your ignorance an attention.
And without mentioning how well you represent it,
You should be proud of it being televised.
Congratulations.
Now...
If you have finished interrupting me,
I will proceed with the continuing of my speech.
And may I add...
Thank you for providing your unsolicited endorsement.
You have relieved me from announcing your stupidity.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A View To Complete And Realize
Following those paths,
That ultimately lead to oblivion...
Is something done some people do,
As if this was their custom...
With a doing of it.
To prove they exist to initiate chaos,
And confusion.
Those not learning,
From their own repeated experiences...
Should not be admonished for expressing ignorance.
There are those with fatalistic ambitions,
Who are rarely found sitting in seats of leadership...
That seek,
At the expense of others...
A view to complete and realize their sick sadistic wishes.
And like sheep,
The people allow these people with charisma...
To follow.
Believing them to represent their interests the best.
And they 'do' represent...
Their overwhelming lack of concern,
As best as they possibly can present it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eve Of a Crossroads Approaching
We're at the eve of a crossroads approaching.
Those who are ready in their minds,
Know!
We're at the pinnacle where good meets evil.
Some recognize this.
Some will deny this.
We're at the eve of a crossroads approaching.
Those who are ready in their minds,
Know!
We're at the pinnacle where good meets evil.
Some recognize this.
Some will deny this.
Faith and belief...
Have kept some people,
Freed of grief...
To leap and leave.
Knowing a wait relates to waste.
We're at the eve of a crossroads approaching.
Those who are ready in their minds,
Know!
We're at the pinnacle where good meets evil.
Some recognize this.
Some will deny this.
Some will defy this and try to hide.
Faith and belief...
Have kept some people,
Freed of grief...
To leap and leave.
Knowing a wait relates to waste.
In a hesitation that creates more devastation.
We're at the pinnacle where good meets evil.
Some recognize this.
Some will deny this.
Some will defy this and try to hide.
Faith and belief...
Have kept some people,
Freed of grief...
To leap and leave.
Knowing a wait relates to waste.
And...
These are the people not in foolish debates!
We're at the eve of a crossroads approaching.
Those who are ready in their minds,
Know!
Those who are ready know which way to go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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President Obama-Nobel Peace Prize
Did you hear?
'Hear what? '
President Obama!
He was selected to win,
A Nobel Peace Prize.
'Laaawwwddd...
The bigots and his detractors
Wont like that.
Especially the ones who question
His eligibility.
And whether or not he is deserving.'
He may be the first President to receive it!
'Let's just say the 'first' black president
Elected in the United States to receive it.'
I know he is intelligent.
I know he is wise and has the 'vision'.
But I 'still' can not believe it.
'Me either.
He has only been in office less than a year.'
And he could have done 'anything' he wanted.
ANYTHING other than run for president of this country.
Why would he want to sacrifice his talents like that?
Put himself in jeopardy to represent such imbeciles.
'Careful!
You talk about me too, you know! '
Did I say 'idiot'?
I said 'imbeciles', fool!
'There you go...
Being judgemental again.
That's what I don't like about you.
You have one of those bi-polar personalities.'
I like to refer to it as 'eccentric'.
You know...
Some of this and some of that.
'Oh yeah!
Like the different colors of MARBLES! '
AND whatchu tryin' to say, huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Negotiate
Can those of obvious intelligence,
Come to ever compose themselves to negotiate...
With those who have imposed on others,
Incompetent qualities never to represent leadership.
With a showing that is done effectively.
But effectively they have proven to be imbeciles.
Can those of obvious intelligence,
Come to ever compose themselves to negotiate...
With those who have imposed on others,
Incompetent qualities never to represent leadership.
And 'if' this incompetence is what people insist is needed...
Why should those of intelligence,
Bother to bog themselves down with such overwhelming...
And accepting ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Double Take
Keep off the track
And keep your feet
Down and you're only saving me
It's not easy staring at me
Look at the way I'm feeling weak
I'll wait for another double take
From you
'Cos I don't know what to do
I'll wait for another double take
From you
'Cos I don't know what to do
I'll wait
Keep off the track
And keep your feet
Turn up the face of the recipe
But I want you to come up to me
I wanna look before I leap
I'll wait for another double take
From you
'Cos I don't know what to do
I'll wait for another double take
From you
'Cos I don't know what to do
I'll wait
I'll wait
'Cos I will hide away
Will you follow me
I don't know what to say
But I know what I see
I'll wait for another double take
From you
'Cos I don't know what to do
I'll wait for another double take
From you
'Cos I don't know what to do
I'll wait
I'll wait
I'll wait
I'll wait
song performed by by Holly Valance
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My Tsonga, My Language, My Heritage
My Culture represent my roots
My traditions represent my Being
My Religion represent my Faith
My Language is my heritage
My TSONGA MY freedom
I'm jack of all trade master of all Languages.
I can speak all 11 South African language
I can speak my Language above freedom of speech
I'm proud TSONGA iam Tsonga that makes me Original
poem by Advice Molewa
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The Ringmaster
It has not been declared as official yet,
Since the tophat is still being passed around.
A couple of the candidates who have adorned it,
Could easily be the ringmaster.
I was there during the auditions.
But only one can truly represent,
That presence under the tent.
With a connection to attract with appeal...
And diversity!
To convince the majority of the people,
That this coming circus is viable and worthy...
Of giving our support with a more focused attention.
And the best ringmaster chosen,
Will ensure the people will do what it takes...
To turn perceptions around.
'I think we are talking about two different things here! '
Oh?
'Yes.
I had asked...
What event do you most look forward to,
Without debate...
That solidifies the way you will be voting.'
What response were you anticipating?
I am a circus fan.
And I always thought it had been the clowns the kids favor.
But no!
It's the ringmaster.
Who knew?
Did you?
'I...uh...
I am a reporter.
On a different news assignment.'
Well...
It's a good thing you didn't ask me,
To give my opinion regarding politics or religion.
I've learned to leave both out of my conversations.
Neither one I could speak about,
With a giving of an expertise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Buckle Up
You selected me as your newly discovered bait?
I could not wait for a fool like you.
You appeared the moment your ignorance,
Put you in that gear.
And I am so glad you are here!
You ready?
Buckle up!
I am prepared to take you on a ride,
You will never forget.
Not in 'this' lifetime.
You have no idea...
Your mind is the kind I love to diffuse!
Should we pick up those of your friends,
Who hitchhike?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's The Hurry Down Here
Everyone is in such a hurry seemingly with no time to think how fast,
People In such a rush to get nowhere in a time that won't even last.
This time is fleeting by so quickly and your fate has long been cast,
And today's time that you treat so quickly is tomorrow's empty past.
Rushing around like there's no tomorrow, where will your tomorrow be?
This is a thought you need time to ponder as you approach eternity.
Time in eternity will be much different as rushing it won't require,
One immediate concern however is, will you be in Glory or the fire?
The fate of eternity has been sealed in a place that is much higher,
But God has left your final destination up to your very own desire.
This is where our programmed haste needs to be put on hold for sure,
For although life on earth is brief eternity will go on forevermore.
Friend we are both alike in that we are both created and are mortal,
But earthly things will pass away as we go through an eternal portal.
It doesn't matter where you choose to go as a body will be prepared,
But the lasting differences between two choices can not be compared.
The wise that chose Heaven will reap eternal reward from labors past,
But empty darkness awaits the fool in fire that will eternally last.
Satan wants you to be preoccupied so that you're eternally ensnared,
But God has furnished witnesses so you're not eternally unprepared.
(Copyright © 05/2003)
Cant Wait
Ive been on this road a long time
Ive been travellin for days
But it seems Im getting nowhere
I just cant find my way
Ive been following directions
But they must be out of date
And I cant, and I cant, and I cant, no I cant
Decide which road to take
See Ive got to find my baby
Cause we need to work things out
Ive got to see that woman
I cannot do without her!
You know I cant wait, cant wait another moment
I cant wait, I cant wait another heartbeat
No I cant wait, cant wait another moment
I couldnt wait another heartbeat
I cant wait until midnight
And the nights go on forever
These days I get no sleep
And I miss her more than ever
Inside where love runs deep
Oh I know Im going to find her
Cause Im following this star
And I cant, and I cant, no I cant turn back
Oh lord, Ive come so far
And Ill know shell whisper in my ear
bout all the things Ive missed
Shes got that way about her now
I never could resist
And now I cant wait, cant wait another moment
No I cant wait, I cant wait another heartbeat
I cant wait, cant wait another moment
I couldnt wait another heartbeat
I cant wait until midnight
No I cant wait
I cant wait another moment
I couldnt wait another heartbeat
I cant wait until the midnight
Now I cant wait
No no no cant wait
No no no
Cant wait
No no no
Cant wait
(repeat and fade out)
song performed by by Foreigner
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I can not wait for two o’clock to come
I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to climb on my motorbike
and to ride to the place
where the words of other poets
get life and energy
and bring bliss and burning beauty
and sometimes sincerity
or stark reality
as magic to me.
I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to hear the words
of a master and to find something
in his thoughts that I can make mine,
as if it was buried in my soul
just waiting for the sun and rain
and interaction to sprout
growing green like a living thing.
I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to read my own poetry
and to see what other
people make of it
and to know
if my words are truly
hitting their mark.
I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
and to experience something great
that makes life worth living
and perhaps for some time
to sit near the presence
of the Immortal One
that gives man the ability
to turn words into the magic
that life aught to be.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Waiting Room
I sign in my name
I guess I have to wait a while
I'm gonna play this game
Call me up if you know how to dial
You always had my number
You need to be my lover
Humiliation
I'm in the waiting room
[Chorus:]
If we both want the love
And I wait long enough
Then the ground that we're on might be coming
All I can do is wait for you
All I can do is wait for you
I'm all alone in the waiting room
I'm all alone in the waiting room
When you buried in solitude
It can get real thick
Desire is your only food
It can get you sick
You know you're so fine
I'm over here standing in this line
Just waiting in the waiting room
[Repeat Chorus]
While I'm in the waiting room
A thousand thoughts I think of you
Whatever you did
song performed by by No Doubt from Rock Steady
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To Wait Is A Pleasure
To wait for a baby;
To wait for an event;
To wait for a result.
Anything to wait for
With love and hope nourishes.
To wait for surgery;
To wait for a verdict;
To wait for an arrest.
Anything to wait for
With hate and dread worries.
Receive when it comes.
Let it go when it slips.
Don’t wait for a fortune,
Which is a prostitute.
Wait if it gives pleasure.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Solicit With A Petition
Did you not choose selectively...
Your champions,
At the onset of the race?
And did you not confirm this again and again,
With others giving you an opportunity...
To change your mind with a taking of your time.
And did you not state,
How impressed you were with those images...
You simply could not replace.
With a bragging done of your choices made.
And a laughter in view of those witnessing,
A mocking of a sadness in your competitor's face.
So why have you found it necessary,
To solicit with a petition...
A race you lost at the cost of your embarrassment?
With a campaigning of complaints,
That the race had been fixed.
And you were not aware of a possibility of being tricked.
Do you wish now to prove your assessment is ridiculous?
Since you chose with no one in an adverse debate,
Not only the area of topic, time and the place...
For each event to start.
But it was you who clearly stated,
There would be absolutely no excuses to make...
And the end of 'your' artificially produced charade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expecting More From Ratty
We still represent ... represent.
I cant change I just wanna do it.
On the microphone just get into it.
Come on tonite from left to right.
Everybody now get ready for the night.
Tough like steel and dangerous, we gonna rock the house, its still like this.
No time to chill so keep on moving, get into the place, mc is grooving.
Tough like steel and dangerous, we gonna rock the house, its still like this.
No time to chill so keep on moving, get into the place, mc is grooving.
Expecting more from ratty.
Expecting more from ratty.
Expecting more from ratty.
Expecting more.
As a matter of fact in 92.
I cant explain. its up to you.
If you know what I mean its the freaky scene.
And things have changed a lot in between.
So come on tonite and let them go.
For those about who left the show.
I recommend to join the case.
The last call to rock the place.
Expecting more from ratty.
Expecting more from ratty.
Expecting more from ratty.
Expecting more.
We still represent ... represent.
song performed by by Scooter
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While I Wait
If I'm...
Giving up too much love.
Can I,
Get it back in my time?
Will I have to moan and whine...
While I wait.
Will I find some peace of mind this time,
While I wait.
While I wait...
Should I say anything about me?
While I wait...
Or should I,
Sit and stare?
While I wait.
While I wait.
When I know this 'trip',
Has run out of fare.
While I wait.
While I wait.
Should I say anything about me?
While I wait...
Or should I,
Sit and stare?
While I wait.
While I wait.
When I know this 'trip',
Has run out of fare.
While I wait.
While I wait.
While I wait...
When I know this 'trip',
Has run out of fare.
While I wait.
While I wait.
While I wait.
While I wait.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Middle Class
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And doing the best they can to make ends meet,
While that gap is widening fast.
Exhausted from swimming in debts and credit.
And unable to afford the keeping up of appearances.
Although they support those standards they value...
Those that have given up such tasks,
Can not convince them their beliefs have been trashed.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And as they hold onto dreams quickly slipping away,
Deluded they remain that changes made aren't here to stay.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And even though the sight of this continues to be sad,
Few are heard left to brag about what they own...
That others do not have.
Today...
Those struggling to maintain their middle class status,
Have one thing in common with those who are poor...
Wishing they had just a few dollars more!
And a door they can close to ignore what's going on.
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Moment
Alas!
Depression...!
It keeps eating
at my core.
Sinking its,
saliva dripping teeth
in to my brainheart.
It keeps darkening
my vision.
Throwing its,
damp air filled bosom
in front of my sanity.
I think,
I must stop
Thinking...
Just for a day,
Or for two days,
Or maybe,
For the rest
Of my life.
I feel,
I must stop
Feeling...
Just for a second,
Or for a few seconds,
Or maybe,
Until the moment
I die.
I question
Myself,
Does the right
represent
Right?
Does the wrong
represent
Wrong?
Is it just
my Imagination,
everyone
expects
me to behave
Normally?
Is being an
Abnormal
a sin?
The questions
remain...
until my
next Moment.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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