Those Senior Moments
Where are my keys?
'In your hand.'
Oh,
Who knew?
Has anyone seen my eyeglasses?
'They are on your head,
Covering your eyes.'
I knew.
I was just testing you.
Excuse me...
You look very familiar.
Have we met?
'Not only did we meet.
We were married for eight years.'
That's where I've seen you before.
So...
How have you been,
Uh...uh...
'Janice, maybe?
Perhaps? '
'Seriously.
It's Janice, Michael.'
Michael?
My name is Lawrence.
'Oh...?
Seriously?
I guess we are all experiencing,
Those senior moments.
Well...
It was nice seeing you, again.
Raymond.'
Lawrence.
'Yeah?
Whatever.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Young Traitor
Gran said
you can come with us
to the fair
Janice said
Provided your mum agrees
of course but Gran's
already asked your mum
so it's all right
you stood outside
the school gates
waiting for your mother
to come and pick you up
and so you said
Oh right that'll be good
but you didn't want Helen
to know you were going
to the fair with Janice
and even though
you hadn't planned it
or asked for it
you still felt guilty
about going
with Janice to the fair
and when Helen
came out of school
and stood waiting
next to you
for her mother
you hoped Janice
wouldn't say
anything about it
but Janice just stood there
smiling looking at Helen
as if to say he's going with me
to the fair and you're not
and Helen gazed at Janice
at the same time
putting her hand
near yours
and you could feel
her hand brush
against yours
and then she turned
and looked at you
through her
thick lens glasses
her eyes searching you
like a navigator
looking for a fresh route
to a new world
and Janice moved closer
on your other side
her hand seeking out
a finger to hold
and she said
Look here comes Gran
and she released
your finger and ran
and you stood with Helen
waiting
knowing her hand
was warm and feeling yours
and hoping she couldn't
read minds
or thoughts
or know about the fair
and she said suddenly
giving your hand a squeeze
Here's your mum and mine
let's go meet them
and off you ran
following behind
feeling a sense of betrayal
being a traitor to Helen
in your 7 year old mind.
poem by Terry Collett
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Talk Over Tea.
Janice's gran
had left the room
to fetch another
pot of tea
and Janice said
Are you coming on
the day trip to the seaside?
I'm not sure
you replied
Oh please do
Janice said
Then we can be together
and I won't have to spend time
with those giggly girls
from the gospel group
you looked at her fair hair
and the way her eyes
were on you
and how precise
her lips were
when she spoke
I'm not sure my parents
can afford it
you said
Oh it's free for kids
whose parents are poor
she said
And after all
it's part of the point
of the whole thing
to show Christian values
and so on
and she smiled
and put her hand
on yours
under the table
as her gran came in
with the teapot
What are you two
talking about?
Gran asked
putting the teapot
down on the table
Janice's hand
squeezed yours
under the table
Oh just about the day trip
to the seaside
Janice said
Are you going too?
her gran asked you
you hesitated
and then said
Yes I think so
and Janice looked at you
her blue eyes bright
and she said
Isn't that good Gran?
Yes indeed
her gran said
and poured tea
into your cup
and added milk
and sugar
and Janice's hand
left yours
and the absence
of the warmth
of her hand
felt like
a dying world
in a vast galaxy
or drowning
in a deep blue sea.
poem by Terry Collett
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Janice and You At London Bridge
It was the fourth day
since the break up
from school
for the summer vacation
and you were riding
with Janice
on the bus
to London Bridge
and she was wearing
the lemon coloured dress
you liked
that came to the knees
which were pressed
together
and the brown sandals
with the patterned holes
and the red beret
on her fair hair
was swaying
with the motion
of the bus
opposite you
was a man
wearing a trilby
and a moustache
who kept looking at you
with his dark eyes
his head going
from side to side
as the bus moved
and he sat next
to Janice
his hands
on his knees
and he turned
and gazed
at Janice's knees
then up at you again
his features flushing
and then he looked away
at the passing scene
behind you
pretending
you weren't there
then at London Bridge
he got off
and so did you
and Janice
and you waited
until he had gone
walking up
and over the bridge
and you said
he was a queer fish
who?
said Janice
that bloke
who sat next to you
why?
she asked
he kept staring at me
and ogling
at your knees
did he?
Janice said
you wait
until I tell Gran
about that
she'll say
you watch out
for his type Janice
he's no better
than he ought to be
you nodded
and smiled
at her imitation
of her gran
and she laughed
and you both
walked down
the steps and by
Southwark Cathedral
to the embankment
by the River Thames
and stood by the wall
looking at the passing
boats and ships and tugs
and the occasional
ducks floating
on the brown water
and you felt Janice's
9 year old hand
touch yours
as she pretended
(as she often did)
that you were
a married couple
out for a romantic walk
gazing
at the passing scenery
with the added
small talk.
poem by Terry Collett
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Janice and You and the Spider
You stood
in the playground
of St Jude's school
which was really
the basement
of a bombed out house
which had been gutted
and the basement tarmaced
and the walls
were still there
where kids climbed up
and around
the thin ledge
when Janice
put her hands
over your eyes
and said
guess who?
and you put
your hands
into the pockets
of your short trousers
and said
Miss Murphy
or Miss Ashdown?
no
Janice said
it's me
and she removed
her hands
from over your eyes
and you turned around
and looked at her
and she had
her red beret on
and a pink scarf
around her neck
to keep out
the cold
you must
have known
it was me
she said
who else
would put their hands
over your eyes?
her eyes were bright
and you thought
you could see yourself
in them
as if they were small mirrors
Jupp might do
or maybe Carmody
you said smiling
she didn't smile back
but pulled her lips
tight in a line
then she took your hand
and pulled you
along the path
that led
to the school toilets
and pushed you
inside a cubicle
and shut the door
behind you both
and said
don't you love me?
there was a large spider
hanging from
the cistern chain
close to
her red beret
and it hung there
suspended
swaying back
and forth
and you said
of course I do
right down
to your white socks
but there's a spider
above your head
and she looked up
and screamed
and a voice
outside the door
asked
are you all right
in there?
Janice's eyes widened
and she watched
as the spider
moved up the chain
and she said
yes it's all right
Miss Murphy
just a small spider
and you stood there
next to Janice
wondering what
Miss Murphy
would say
if she saw you
and Janice
in the lavatory
together
and the voice said
ok as long
as you
are all right
and the footsteps
moved away
and Janice took
your hand in hers
and you sensed
how cold it was
slightly blue
and it was just
9 year old Janice
and the big spider
and 9 year old you.
poem by Terry Collett
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You and Jackson Pollock.
How's the girl
with the red beret?
your sister asked
she'd seen you
and Janice
and her gran
on the way home
from school
she probably walking
with her friend
following behind
and Janice said
I made a picture today
out of cut up
pieces of paper
and the teacher said
it was the best
she'd seen
her gran said
Now now Janice
mustn't boast
I expect
there were other pictures
equally as good
But teacher said it
not me
Janice replied
Did you make a picture?
her gran asked you
her eyes falling on you
and taking in
your look
like a rabbit caught
in headlamps of a car
in the night
Yes
you said
I made a picture
of a morning sunset
out of red and yellow
and green for the grass
and blue for the sky
Janice smiled
and touched your hand
surreptitiously
her small hand
feeling along
your skin
Did you make it
out of cut up
pieces of paper too?
her gran asked
you sensed Janice's fingers
squeezing into your hand
No
you replied
I did it with water colour paints
and what did teacher say?
her gran asked
she said it reminded her
of a Jackson Pollock
whoever he is
you said
looking at Janice's red beret
and her hair
coming from beneath
so wonderfully
unlike your
short back and sides
and unlike her hair
with its red coloured
hair slides.
poem by Terry Collett
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I Have A Woman Inside My Soul
I have a woman inside my soul,
Her eyes sombre and sad.
She waves her hand to try to reach me,
But I cant hear what she says.
I wish I knew what she says,
I wish I knew what she wants,
I wish I knew what she says to me,
I wish I knew what she means to me.
I see an asphalt road inside my soul,
Its pale even in a warm summers day.
It stretches into the mist and calls me,
But I dont know what it takes.
I wish I knew what it takes, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it gives, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it says to me, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it means to me. (I wish I knew)
I see a tombstone inside my soul,
Its old and mossy, covered in dead leaves.
It stands with an engraving on it surface,
But I dont know what it reads.
I wish I knew what it reads, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it says, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it says to me, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it means to me. (I wish I knew)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey)
I feel snow covering inside my soul,
Its hard and shining in shades of grey.
No footsteps ever made their marks,
And I dont know when it melts.
I wish I knew when it melts, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew when it happens, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew if it happens at all, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it means to me. (I wish I knew)
I hear a stream running inside my soul,
Its cold and clear and carries a tune.
But I dont know what it sings and tells,
I dont know where it goes.
I wish I knew what it sings,
I wish I knew where it goes,
I wish I knew what it sings, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew where it goes, (I wish I knew)
I wish I knew what it sings. (I wish I knew)
(I wish I knew)
(I wish I knew) (yeah!)
(I wish I knew)
(I wish I knew)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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I was hot and I knew it and it went to my head.
quote by Janice Dickinson
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Janice and You at Waterloo Station
At Waterloo Station
the steam engines
puffed powerful steam
reaching up
to the rooftop
and you stood there
hands in your pockets
your nose sniffing in
the white and grey smell
you can taste it
on your tongue
and Janice beside you
her eyes looked up
at the rooftop
as the steam
reached high
her hands clutching
the small bag
I want to be a train driver
when I'm older
you said
I want to smell
that smell
and breathe in
that steam and shovel
coal in the engine
maybe you will
Janice said
maybe you'll be
on a train like that
big and black
and powerful
she put her hand
under your arm
and squeezed
Gran said we can be
what we want
if we want it
bad enough
Janice added
you felt her hand
under your arm
sensed her squeeze it
we went to the seaside
on a big black train
like this last year
you said
and I put my head
out the train window
and my mum said
keep your head in
or a train
will knock it off
that'd be horrible
Janice said
she clutched
closer to you
as the steam train
puffed out more steam
and the sound was loud
and powerful
and she said
maybe
when you're an engine driver
you can take me
to the seaside
with Gran
yes
you said
and if you come
to the engine
before you take off
I can show you
the engine
and how powerful it is
and she smiled
and put her head
on your shoulder
yes
you said softly
when I grow up
and when I am older.
poem by Terry Collett
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Finally...Here We Are
I knew you knew me.
The moment I saw you,
I knew you knew.
I knew you felt my heart.
The passion and compassion.
Here inside...
Wishing for someone to recognize.
I knew you knew me.
The moment I saw you,
I knew you knew.
I knew you too wanted to touch.
And we hungered for that very much.
And finally...
Here we are!
To notice,
And taste this dream.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Knew The Outcome Of Your Journey
If you knew the outcome of your journey,
What would you do...
If you knew?
What would you do...
If you knew,
The outcome of your journey?
Scheduled dates to procrastinate.
In a sitting done to wait for an excuse to make.
Or would you not waste a second of your time...
If you knew what putting off today,
Will do to your peace of mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diddy Levine
In the later forties
When diddy levine lived with eunice king
He gave her the ring that she wore
Janice the smiling daughter
Who came from a marriage way before
But eunice was the father that she always saw
Though they never never never never told her
She always knew the score
You see kids were so much wiser after the wars
But diddy hadnt have enough
She had to get some more
On a ration piece of paper, she wrote eunice, Im not sure
And with her child in her arms
She went looking for a fling
Besides, she didnt like the name mrs. king
The first time that she heard damper dan
Was on the radio
Crooning at a volume that was way, way down low
Diddy was surprised to hear that dampers name was dan
Soon after he was a calling
And he asked, begged and pleaded for her hand
Dampers heart was dampened
When diddy answered no, no, no, no, no
But if she changed her mind, she said dan, Ill let you know
With her child in her arms
She went looking for man
Besides, she didnt like the name damper dan
Janice the smiling daughter grew up to be a teenage queen
Through all of her mothers lovers
She kept the name levine
Behind the picture house she first made her scene
With a boy called allister
Who was dating a friend called celine
And celine wasnt mad when janice came in between
But allister got scared when he heard
And he joined the usa marines
Inheritance, you see, runs through every family
Who is to say what is to be is any better
Over and over it goes, goodness and badness winds blow
Over and over, over and over
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over
The good and the bad winds blow
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Diddy Levine
In the later forties
When diddy levine lived with eunice king
He gave her the ring that she wore
Janice the smiling daughter
Who came from a marriage way before
But eunice was the father that she always saw
Though they never never never never told her
She always knew the score
You see kids were so much wiser after the wars
But diddy hadnt have enough
She had to get some more
On a ration piece of paper, she wrote eunice, Im not sure
And with her child in her arms
She went looking for a fling
Besides, she didnt like the name mrs. king
The first time that she heard damper dan
Was on the radio
Crooning at a volume that was way, way down low
Diddy was surprised to hear that dampers name was dan
Soon after he was a calling
And he asked, begged and pleaded for her hand
Dampers heart was dampened
When diddy answered no, no, no, no, no
But if she changed her mind, she said dan, Ill let you know
With her child in her arms
She went looking for man
Besides, she didnt like the name damper dan
Janice the smiling daughter grew up to be a teenage queen
Through all of her mothers lovers
She kept the name levine
Behind the picture house she first made her scene
With a boy called allister
Who was dating a friend called celine
And celine wasnt mad when janice came in between
But allister got scared when he heard
And he joined the usa marines
Inheritance, you see, runs through every family
Who is to say what is to be is any better
Over and over it goes, goodness and badness winds blow
Over and over, over and over
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over
The good and the bad winds blow
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Rarely Seen In Public
Who hasn't lived moments,
They knew contradict?
And who could believe,
Anyone actually known as introverted...
Would show they have an extroverted side,
Rarely seen in public?
Breaking from their shells,
Some do this quick without assistance.
While many will not attempt,
Experiencing a bit of discomfort...
To rid themselves,
Of habits that limit.
Who hasn't lived moments,
They knew contradict?
And who could believe,
Anyone actually known as introverted...
Would show they have an extroverted side,
Rarely seen in public?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The First Day
The day we met i knew
from the distance i could see
a angel in the sun, in heaven I must be
the smile, the sparkle eyes, the soft voice
the gorgeous body, the elegant walk
for evey move i knew, it's you
I drool, endless looks
just gotta meet
seeing you dance, hearing you sing
bring music to my ears
brings tears, and fears
one day i hope you'll be mine
then i will be fine
there's never a day goes by
when the day i seen you
I knew we be true
that first day
a angel came
poem by Michael Peterson
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If That Is Understood
We bring to each other what we have,
At that moment.
And each moment that we bring,
May not come from places familiar.
If that is understood...
Why can't we seem to meet
For moments we keep to understand
There will be moments
When we rather not be near each other!
Instead of taking moments discussing misunderstandings...
Let us take those moments not to be found!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Marvelous Toy
When I was just a wee little lad, full of health and joy
My father homeward came one night and gave to me a toy.
A wonder to behold it was with many colors bright
And the moment I laid eyes on it, it became my hearts delight.
It went zip when it moved and bop when it stopped whirrrrr when it stood
Still
I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.
The first time that I picked it up I had a big surprise.
For right on its bottom were two big buttons that looked like big green eyes.
I first pushed one and then the other, then I twisted its lid.
And when I set it down again, this is what it did.
It went zip when it moved and bop when it stopped whirrrrr when it stood still
I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.
It first marched left and then marched right, then marched under a chair
And when I looked where it had gone it wasnt even there.
I started to cry but my daddy laughed cause he knew that I would find.
When I turned around my marvelous toy would be chugging from behind.
It went zip when it moved and bop when it stopped and whirrrrr when it stood
Still
I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.
The years have gone by too quickly it seems, I have my own little boy.
And yesterday I gave to him my marvelous little toy
His eyes nearly popped right out of his head and he gave a squeal of glee...
Neither one of us knows just what it is but he loves it just like me.
It still goes zip when it moves and bop when it stops, whirrrrr when it
Stands still
I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.
song performed by by John Denver
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Not a Bourgy Doer
I use to have issues with being emotionally needy.
Feeling I had to achieve to appease and please.
While experiencing a sense of abandonment...
And no one cared what was happening inside of me.
I use to be moody with a quick lip and attitude.
I knew as a child I had responsibilities.
And those children I knew had none or few.
As I grew older and more rebellious in mind,
I became more independent and less forgiving...
Of those who had direction in their lives of some kind.
Although I am no longer there where I had been...
Emotionally I remain protective,
And free to speak without a need to be touched.
'Too bourgy and aloof,
Using that as an excuse to feed.'
Who me?
'Yes you!
Just too bourgy and aloof,
Out to prove that you can do and succeed.'
Not me...
I'm not a bourgy doer.
'But you're bourgy and aloof,
Using that as an excuse to feed.'
Who me?
'Yes you!
You're out to prove.
You're bourgy and aloof.
Out to prove that you can do and succeed.'
Not me...
I'm not a bourgy doer.
Or out to prove a thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever Everyday
(Kim Patton Johnson/Devon O'Day)
I knew this kid, his name was Michael
He was only four years old
We sat on a rock and started talkin'
And he told me things I didn't know
He said yesterday he was an Indian
And how he played with buffalo
Well, I got a sense that he had been there
And he made me really wanna go
Chorus: Remember waitin' all year for December
Thought God was cryin' when it rained
And that the stars were fireflies
Dreams were real and big as life
It was forever everyday
I was tuckin' in my little girl
She held my hand and we said a prayer
I prayed, "Bless Grandma with the angels."
And she said, "Hey Mom, she's standin' over there."
Well, I couldn't see her but I don't doubt it
Maybe 'cause I'm older and less wise
What if Heavens all around us
But only seen through childrens eyes
(Repeat Chorus)
They say when you're old you're a child again
But do we have to wait 'till then
(Repeat Chorus)
Forever
I knew this kid his name was Michael
song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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God Has Instructed Me 'Not' to Be the Judge
Before...
When I denied myself,
The right to be happy.
I was told that was being selfish.
And my life was to be lived,
Being of service to others.
And to do it to give.
And I did.
For years and years,
I gave to give.
Today?
With no more sacrificial tributes,
To display in charitable moments.
God reminded me my doing to give was done.
And with Him in conference,
He pointed out each one!
And confirmed it.
He knew I knew what to do to please.
And it was time to do that for myself!
AND 'if' anyone wants to see that as being selfish?
God has instructed me 'not' to be the judge!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wild Canaries
Sophia Takal, Lawrence Michael Levine, Alia Shawkat, Annie Parisse, Jason Ritter, Kevin Corrigan, Marylouise Burke, Lindsay Burdge
by Lawrence Michael Levine from Wild Canaries (2014)
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