This Reunion Shocks
I wish I could start from where we began,
To have you comprehend...
What makes me 'tick' within.
To have you instantly feel what is felt,
Without explanation of why a reaction is dealt!
I find myself caring less about intimacy!
Especially if it doesn't happen automatically!
If the chemistry is not there...
I'm not on a hunt to find it!
I am not good at interviews.
Or pretending something is fresh...
When immediately I can see it has been used!
I like meeting new people...
That I do!
But there is a maturity that comes with age,
And I can't pretend I am twenty-two!
OR fourty either...
So I am told!
Usually by someone much older...
Waiting for me to exchange the same with glee!
'More Vodka, Please! And on the rocks! '
There is a comfort in being 'who' one is!
But today so many want to be...
Thought of as much younger,
Desired!
With a timelessness like eternity!
I have vitality and spontanety!
I just don't like talking about it...
Like those who are older,
With nothing else to share...
But their histories!
'Oldies but goodies? '
I can see the oldies!
But the 'goodies' they've got...
I'm not trying to re-live!
'More Vodka, Please! And on the rocks!
Leave the bottle here! Bring me two more!
This reunion shocks! And these old people bore!
I'm seeking someone to share these moments NOW!
Not sit and discuss what was done at age Twenty-four! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coffee..Half A Bottle of Vodka and Eternity
Coffee...half a bottle of vodka and eternity
Blind faith...and do what you like
A sea of joy...well all right
Had to cry today... In the Presence of the Lord
Now I can't find my way home
poem by Midnights Voice
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Treat Each Living Second As Your Last
When I was five how I wanted to be ten,
I just longed to be a young man,
My mind would wander now and then,
I wanted to be in the grown ups clan.
When I reached ten I thought of being twenty,
By then I'd be driving my car,
Time for the future, well I still had plenty,
Getting older was a distance to far.
Now I've hit twenty I've nothing to fear,
Time fades past me so slow,
I'm still a young man so I've nothing to fear
I've still got a long time to go.
Thirty years old and it's still not too bad,
I've a wife and children I love,
My health is good I love being a dad,
My life is truly a gift from above,
The big four zero has finally come,
I now watch, as my parents grow old,
The thought of that is making me feel numb,
As I know it cannot be controlled.
I'm now in my fifties my children have flown,
This life can be really strange,
Back when I was five I wish I had known,
Growing older you cannot exchange.
Be careful what you wish for it may come true,
Cherish life for it's far too short,
Enjoy what you have age you cannot subdue,
When you're young these facts you distort.
I'm now eighty years old how I wish I were five,
Hindsight's such a wonderful thing,
All those I loved dearly would still be alive,
I'd be thinking of what the future might bring.
You must live for today forget tomorrow,
Just be thankful for being alive,
Though there will be joy as well as sorrow,
It's how we cope that makes us all thrive.
Life is precious don't ever wish it away,
When it's gone it becomes part of the past,
Enjoy your years every wondrous day,
‘' Treat Each living Second As Your Last ‘'
You REALLY Need To find A Life To Live
'My' habits bore 'you'?
Well...
Is that fresh off the press?
Or...
Are you bragging or disgusted,
About you own activities?
And this to me you have confessed?
Or...
Should I be left feeling impressed?
Since I find what I do,
Just as exciting to me today...
As I did yesterday.
You don't mind if I ignore you,
And leave your comments to go unaddressed.
Do you?
On second thought...
Which one of my habits,
Happen to bore you the most?
'All of them.'
The you REALLY need to find a life to live.
Instead of trying to find a way to live mine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Borrowed Time
When I was younger
Living confusion and deep dispair
When I was younger ah hah
Living illusion of freedom and power
When I was younger
Full of ideas and broken dreams (my friend)
When I was younger ah hah
Everything simple but not so clear
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Now I am older
The more that I see the less that I know for sure
Now I am older ah hah
The future is brighter and now is the hour
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Good to be older
Would not exchange a single day or a year
Good to be older ah hah
Less complications everything clear
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
song performed by by Lennon John
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The Grace..
Fake people
True people
Serious moments
Crazy moments
Painfull memories
Funny memories
People stapping you in the back, which hurts more than a knife
Those were the days i had in my life
Untill the day I've knew you
At first I thought you're one of them too
Yet we had our song
You showed me im wrong
You showed me there's still true friends left out there
Though they're very rare
Joking, Talking, Laughing
I called you 'My friend'
But that thought stayed in my head that every friendship will end
Caring, Talking, Joking, Crying
I called you 'My best friend'
And i proved my self wrong and that this will be till the forever end
Sharing secrets, Laughing, Crying, Talking And Caring
It got to the point where i call you' My brother'
And I wouldnt like any other
Some people might think that it's odd
How could I call my brother while we dont share the same blood?
But how many people share everything but not the same blood
While others share nothing except that blood
I took you like a brother because you're high
Not like any other guy
I took you as a brother because you're true
I took you as a brother because you're unique
I took you as a brother because you're you
Thank you for everytime you've stood by me
Thank you for everything you've teached me
Thank you for drawing smiles on my face
Dude, you're a grace..
poem by Daleen Irshaid
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Get Your Rocks Off
by Bob Dylan
You know, there's two ol' maids layin' in the bed,
One picked herself up an' the other one, she said:
"Get your rocks off!
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, there late one night up on Blueberry Hill,
One man turned to the other man and said, with a blood-curdlin' chill, he said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we was layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek,
One man said to the other man, he began to speak, he said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus.
All kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin' at us, sayin':
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me!
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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For An Old Man
Why do I prefer to be direct, blatant in my remarks...
And honest?
It is fun for me to observe those deceitful,
To find something I do to undermine.
And when they can not find anything embarrassing...
Since I do that myself with glee anyway,
I love to hear the fresh rumors they create.
They are more innovative than the ones I start,
On myself.
Just to see which ones,
Keep those tongues wagging.
Very few people know,
I am devoted to writing.
With a life that would bore
Roosters in cock fight to sleep!
Well...
I exaggerate.
But,
I do live a life that is quiet.
And I admit I do get excited when I hear,
About that 'wild' life I'm living.
It makes me smile when I realize...
For an old man...in age.
According to my great nieces...
('Gee Uncle Larry! You're 62? ? ? WOW')
Although not in appearance!
~the older the berry,
the sweeter the juice...remembered~(LOL)
With gossipers I use to keep me popular!
If they only knew,
How clever my rumors are!
And I have to spread at least one a month,
On myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cleveland Rocks
(ian hunter)
Three! four!
Three! four!
Three! four!
(bunch of ah-ah-ahs here)
All this energy calling me
Back where it comes from
Its such a crude attitude
Its back where it belongs
All the little kids growing up on the skids are goin
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Jumpin (jean) gene genies, moody james deanies goin
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Mama knows but she dont care
Shes got her worries too
Seven kids and a phony affair
And the rent is due
All the little chicks with the crimson lips go
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Shes livinin sin with a safety pin
Shes goin cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
I got some records from world war two
Ill play em just like me grand dad do
He was a rocker and I am too
Oh cleveland rocks, yeah cleveland rocks
So find a place
Grab a space
And yell and scream for more
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
(bunch of ah-ah-ahs here)
Three! four!
Three! four!
Three! four!
Ohio
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Happily Ever After
[transcribed by bryan j]
Happily ever after (now and then)
By: jimmy buffett
1996
I've been a stand-in, a stunt man
I've takin' some falls
Troubles... i've had my share
But one has to learn how to run before walkin'
'round breathin' that million air
Take it from me cuz i found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours, it could have been
Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then
I've been in vans and in bands
On and through stages
One thing i can conclude
One has to learn havin' fun is just smilin' through
Those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Take it from me cuz i've found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours, it could have been
Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then
... pm guitar break ...
Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me, hell:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then
Every now and then (oooooooo...)
(every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(happily ever after every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(happily ever after every now and then)
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Rocks In My Bed
My heart is heavy as lead
Because the blues has done spread
Rocks in my bed
Of all the people I see
Why do they pick on poor me
And put rocks in my bed
All night long I weep
So how can I sleep
With rocks in my bed
Theres only two kinds of people
I cant understand
Theres only two kinds of people
I cant understand
Thats a deceitful woman
And a hard faced man
She took my man away
And aint goin bring him back
She took my man away
And aint goin bring him back
Shes lower than a snake down in a wagon track
(bridge)
I got rocks in my bed
I got rocks in my bed
Rocks in my bed
I got rocks in my bed
Under-loved, over-fed
My mans gone, so instead
I got rocks in my bed
Under-loved, over-fed
My mans gone, so instead
I got rocks in my bed
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Big Night On The Town
drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
room?
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
sleeves.
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
you order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
she sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
Idiot.
you ask for a vodka.
you pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.
you leave Madame Death there,
you leave the sneering bartender
there.
you have remembered where
your room is.
the room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
the room with the dance of the
roaches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died
laughing.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Happy Birthday Love
For my wife who is -? Today
Today is your birthday
and you are telling everyone
that you are twenty-one years young.
The children don’t believe it
as it makes you younger that them.
When you tell them they say,
“In your dreams, mum.”
However, having said that
you are twenty-one to me
still filled with love and vitality.
We’re still young as when we fell in love
and today is your birthday.
You are sure to have a good one
surrounded by friends and family.
That is all I have to say except
Happy Birthday Love,
have a wonderful day.
Your loving husband David,
the one born down on the funny farm.
8 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Brotherly Love
How could you say such a hurtful thing to your younger brother,
and that I received more love than you from our dearest mother?
What on Earth made you say such a thing to me
and what did you think my response would be?
I think you said it to be spiteful and to cause me hurt and pain.
Are you trying to make me feel guilty? Man, you're really insane.
You've got some sort of problem and I think it's jealousy,
but why should you feel this way especially about me?
Is it because I'm creative and see my projects through,
where is thinking about something is too much for you.
Maybe it's because you're a man who's naturally ham fisted,
is this the reason you're so bitter and emotionally twisted?
Your problem must go back to the time when I was born,
when you had everything your way and never suffered scorn.
My arrival must have made you feel an uncomfortable second best,
with me getting all the attention and you with much less.
No longer were you our mother's only pride and joy,
you had to share her with another little boy.
You were also given an added responsibility,
and watching over me took away your liberty.
At the age of five you wasn't supposed to leave me alone
not in a dark cinema, or a long way from home.
Why did you run off and leave me in the centre of the park,
for a stranger to find and take me home in the dark?
From those early childhood days that you resented me,
all I wanted was your love and company.
As I grew older you became ever more distant,
but you were still a bully and most persistent.
And when I was twenty and you were twenty-six
I'd had enough of your childish tricks.
I no longer tolerated your humiliating ways,
the worm turned to end your bullying days.
Carrying that jealousy must have eaten you away
if you can still make such remarks today.
Why don't you try to think of me as your loving brother?
Believe it or not I love you as no other.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Monthly Storage Fees
Why are you in such a hurry?
Where are you going?
What happened?
You look as if you have seen a ghost!
'I can't stop,
To discuss with you the latest annoyances.
I'm late paying my monthly storage fees...
Where I keep my 'logic'.
I've been given twenty minutes,
Before they get rid of it.
And if they do that around here,
All havoc will break loose.'
Oh...
Is that all?
I thought I would get some fresh gossip,
From you.
'Not today!
But I'm sure if you stand there long enough,
Someone will come along...
To share an equal waste of time! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Time Has Been Found
No one will ever be praised,
For being outspoken...
Or giving an honest assessment.
That strips away all pretense.
Not in places,
Where people become embarrassed...
And take offense to them given.
People show their reaction,
By becoming irate and belligerent.
And for whatever the reason,
In these same places...
People will come together,
In planned meetings to discuss...
Their disgust with the downslide,
Of their once valued quality of life.
And will argue amongst themselves,
About no one caring enough to speak up.
Or express their concerns from their gut!
'You and a few others,
Were not at the last community meeting.
And we issued notices to everyone,
Regarding the importance of attending.
Why weren't you there? '
~If I remember correctly,
It was you who told us where we could go.
And what we could kiss before we did it!
And I personally decided,
I can find a better use if I choose to waste my time.
And I am happy to acknowledge,
That time has been found.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praises to the Eldest
Praises to the eldest of siblings!
You know...
The ones parents experiment with?
The ones some plan for...
And rush to grow up,
To get it right with the other 'younger' kids!
Everything is tried on the eldest first.
Whether it is good or bad,
The eldest is going to get it first...
Not the one to get it last!
That comes after the eldest...
Has to grow up fast!
Blamed for something that was not done.
Doing chores while the younger ones have fun.
Being held accountable,
And being told to become more responsible!
Getting sick?
Forget it.
Pretending not to be,
Is what the elder one...
Chooses the younger ones not to see!
He or she has to prove how strong he or she has to be!
And making demands the eldest has to do.
They know when they've been ignored like a pair of old shoes!
And don't be a male in a family of females.
There is nothing right the eldest one can do!
The younger ones will accuse the eldest.
And get away with it too!
Like lieing about what the eldest one does.
Because the eldest one,
Is the one born that everyone likes to pick on...
To abuse and use!
Until the eldest one decides to leave the nest...
To do what he or she chooses to do best.
Growing older alone...
And finding themselves in a home,
The eldest one had said...
Never again they would return,
To hear the bitching, groaning and moans.
And finding themselves with no one there,
To care what the eldest does.
With who...
Or if anyone is there to share!
But...
It is soooo peaceful!
'Thank you,
Father God!
THIS has indeed been earned! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Chance To Exchange Canes
Gettin' down with a funk on,
Is like a 'hangin'-in-there'...
With an overdoing of too much tolerance,
Self indulged by those already apathetic.
A repeating done to revisit the 'oldies'...
Is, at best, an opportunity to reminisce times,
When the same things produced and performed...
Leaves one locked in satisfied stagnation.
With every step remembered flavored by a requested beat.
To ensure the feet are electrified to an identified limitation!
'You Are Cordially Invited To The 30th Anniversary,
To Share With Us All...
Your Thoughts, Agonies And Stale Conversations,
About Those Times Missed.
Don't Forget...
Bring Your Favorite Beverage To Numb That Head.
And Sweat...
With A Carelessness! '
Gettin' down with a funk on,
Is like a 'hangin'-in-there'...
With an overdoing of too much tolerance,
Self indulged by those already apathetic.
A repeating done to revisit the 'oldies'...
Is, at best, an opportunity to reminisce times,
When the same things produced and performed...
Leaves one locked in satisfied stagnation.
~We should go.
I heard last year was fun.
Everyone we knew as children will be there.~
'Yeah...
We should.
I can't wait to see the same people we saw last week,
Leaving the doctor's office to renew our pain prescriptions.
Maybe we'll get a chance to exchange canes.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Birthday Tara
Every year we celebrate
the birth of our lives,
but as we get older
we start counting back the years.
When we have reached, twenty-one
we want it to remain
for the rest of our lives.
However, today is someone’s birthday
and only a tad older than twenty-one.
She has good reason to celebrate
with world in the palm of her hand.
She is bubbling with love,
a romance going strong.
Her life is on the up.
Today she will wake up
with love filling her eyes.
A new dawning year
with what surprises lie ahead for her.
I can only hope
there are many good ones there,
for Tara it is your birthday today.
May I say Happy Birthday,
hoping there are may more happy ones to come.
Have a wonderful day
filled with pleasant surprises
and lots of kisses from your true love.
Happy Birthday Tara.
Have a great day my friend.
Love and Hugs and kisses too.
David and Vera
Xxxx
1 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Which are You?
There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood,
The good are half bad, and the bad are half good.
Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man's wealth,
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.
Not the humble and proud, for in life's little span,
Who puts on vain airs, is not counted a man.
Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years
Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.
No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean,
Are the people who lift, and the people who lean.
Wherever you go, you will find the earth's masses,
Are always divided in just these two classes.
And oddly enough, you will find too, I ween,
There's only one lifter to twenty who lean.
In which class are you? Are you easing the load,
Of overtaxed lifters, who toil down the road?
Or are you a leaner, who lets others share
Your portion of labor, and worry and care?
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Make Me Believe
(james leblanc/don srygley)
Im still waiting
Tell me you love me and make me feel it
Convince me that your heart is true
Dont say you love me if you really dont mean it
Cause boy I aint nobodys fool. yeah
Baby Im trying to find a place inside your heart
Oh but its hard to start a fire without a spark
If you wanna be the man that rocks me to my knees
Baby just make me believe
Cause Im still waiting
Every night I bring you all my broken pieces
But you just put them on your shelf
Tell me why you put this wall between us
And keep your reasons to yourself ah
Baby Im trying to find a place inside your heart
Oh but its hard to start a fire without a spark
If you wanna be the man that rocks me to my knees
Baby just make me believe
You say you feel the same
But my hearts full of doubt
You say youll find the time
So we can work it out
But Im still waiting
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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