To Be Treated With Sincerity
Old tactics used to finesse from me,
My common sense...
With maneuvers thought to flatter,
A desperate ego.
Especially if the expectation,
Is to actually have such tactics work...
To leave me distracted to massage my own mind.
This approach some may find,
To leave them disappointed.
However...
And I'll share this with emphasis.
Since I am in the mood to confess.
If one is intending to shiver me to see goose bumps,
A simple invitation to my favorite restaurant...
Suggesting I can eat whatever I want,
And not concern myself with paying for it?
Will get me to jump through hoops and do backflips.
And those who know me intimately know the truth of this.
Don't get me wrong!
I can cook and love to do it.
But to be treated with sincerity attached?
What else could there be for me to ask for?
My needs are as basic as they come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
This is the absolute truth: and on this truth our tactics must be based. All tactics that are not based on this are false, and lead the proletariat to terrible defeat.
quote by Herman Gorter
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Players lose you games, not tactics. There's so much crap talked about tactics by people who barely know how to win at dominoes.
quote by Brian Clough
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My Favorite Girl
My favorite girl, oh, shes my favorite girl, dont you know,
My favorite girl, oh, shes my favorite girl.
You walked into my life, your love was so new,
And nothing will ever change my feelings for you,
Well, you were so far away, now I am close to you, girl,
So let us run away, our heart thats waiting will stay.
My favorite...
Theres so much I like in you I cant go on,
I wanted a girl like you Ive looked so long,
Girl, nothing will make us wrong, I know our love is too strong,
Lets leave the rest behind, our dreams ask what we will find.
My favorite...
My favorite...
(rap:) shes my favorite girl, the one Im always thinking of, that one.
(rap:) my favorite girl, the one I love.
My favorite... (repeat & fade ad lib)
song performed by by New Kids On The Block
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Love 'em And Leave 'em
My limousine is a-waitin'
And I see you comin' my way, hey, hey, hey
I'm sittin' by the window
And you ask me which hotel I stay in
Well, make a reservation
Between the hours of ten and two, how do you do
You've got the time to remember
I've gotta slick proposition you
There's nothing else I'd rather do
So you lift your dress
You wanna impress
There's one thing I've got to confess
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, so I give you my number
You say you will see me tonight
You just have to remember
Check with me if it's alright
You wanna sit in my driver's seat
If you do it's alright with me
I've got to hand it to you, baby
You know what a girl's gotta do
There's nothing else I'd rather do
With you, but I, but I
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Love 'em, leave 'em
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em, yeah
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em, yeah
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em, yeah
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Love 'em, leave 'em, love 'em, leave 'em, yeah
Love 'em, leave 'em
song performed by by Kiss
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Love em & Leave em
My limousine is a-waitin
And I see you comin my way, hey, hey, hey
Im sittin by the window
And you ask me which hotel I stay in
Well, make a reservation
Between the hours of ten and two, how do you do
Youve got the time to remember
Ive gotta slick proposition you
Theres nothing else Id rather do
So you lift your dress
You wanna impress
Theres one thing Ive got to confess
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, so I give you my number
You say you will see me tonight
You just have to remember
Check with me if its alright
You wanna sit in my drivers seat
If you do its alright with me
Ive got to hand it to you, baby
You know what a girls gotta do
Theres nothing else Id rather do
With you, but i, but i
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em
Love em, leave em
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em, yeah
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em, yeah
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em, yeah
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em
Love em, leave em, love em, leave em, yeah
Love em, leave em
song performed by by Kiss
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Tactics Used And the Aging Of Technique
There will always be someone needing,
To fake a stance.
Or enhance one's standing,
By a cuddling up thought to be sincere...
To someone impressed by appearances,
And adoring a fresher scent...
With a different approach.
Undetected to have a familiar cloaking.
But the method used still reeks,
Of a game that ceases to teach anything new.
Or provides a potential to increase imaginations,
Since the tactics used and the aging of technique...
Weakens in content to achieve no 'it' appeal.
'It also has no 'come-hither to allure that magnetizes,
To entice with charm that attracts.'
We can always go to another restaurant?
'Yeah.
Let's do that.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Leave It Alone
When you feel it in your gut,
Something is not up to snuff...
Just leave it alone.
And if you see someone sweating,
Bundled up and in a rush...
Just leave them alone.
Don't bother to find,
If they're stoned to the bone.
If you see something that looks out of place,
Just leave it alone.
And if you see someone laughing with a smile on their face,
Just leave them alone.
Don't bother to find,
If they're stoned to the bone.
There is something on their mind only they condone.
If there's something in the mix that can't be fixed,
Just leave it alone.
Don't try to be the center of something that's a misfit,
Just leave it alone.
See it as it is to then go home.
Don't try to find a reason or a rhyme to define.
There's no sense today of any kind.
Everything is done to blow a mind.
If there's something in the mix that can't be fixed,
Just leave it alone.
If you know for you there is no benefit,
Just leave it alone.
Accept it as it is to then go home.
Just leave it alone.
Leave it alone.
If there's something in the mix that can't be fixed,
Just leave it alone.
Don't try to be the center of something that's a misfit,
Leave it alone.
Accept it as it is to then go home.
Leave it alone.
Leave it, leave it, leave it alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
See It to Leave It and Go
Evil felt and identified,
Is a blessing dispensed...
For those who recognize this,
To have nothing to do with it.
Evil chips away,
At one's common sense.
And wherever evil exists,
Do not accept or find this as common.
That is what those evil,
Choose to transmit and leave.
There is nothing pleasing about evil.
Nor should it be allowed to upset or tease.
See it to leave it and go!
With faith and prayer...
No one should reap,
What evil sows.
See it,
To leave.
Do not be teased by it.
And go!
See it to leave it and go.
That's it.
See it to leave it,
And go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Mind Fed Rituals
When determined people,
Pray to God to have their way...
And God sends to them messengers,
To scream from bullhorns...
This is not going to happen.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
People like this will make their mission,
To enlist others to value their point of view.
Even to select and depict those unknowing,
They have been chosen as culprits...
By someone who did not like,
How they were told...
To remove their rose colored glasses!
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
And the 'spiritual' side of it...
Is a routine of mind fed rituals,
Outdated by a lack indepth perception.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
A common sense for many,
That has been diluted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Piece Of Love
Time can heal a broken heart
Oh, but does it really ease the mind
I know its hard for you
Though you say that youre not longing for my touch
I know it pains you much
Whats wrong, baby
Whats on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Whats wrong, baby
What is on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Night begins with calls from you
Oh, asking me if Im alright
Im really not sure, baby
Im wondering if your love for me has gone away
Like I heard you say
Whats wrong, baby
Whats on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Whats wrong, baby
What is on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Its hard to say
Weve made mistakes
But when its not over
Its best to put pride away
Two eyes should not cry the tears of regret
cause two lips wont let go of an age old lovers lie
Oh, baby, oh, oh
Whats wrong, baby
Whats on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Whats wrong baby
What is on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Id do anything for you
I will give you all my heart
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Oh, did you leave your love behind
song performed by by Lionel Richie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
We have drained common sense out of our politics. The more we focus on tactics and games, the more good people check out and give up.
quote by Deval Patrick
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Movement of Bodies
Those of you that have got through the rest, I am going to rapidly
Devote a little time to showing you, those that can master it,
A few ideas about tactics, which must not be confused
With what we call strategy. Tactics is merely
The mechanical movement of bodies, and that is what we mean by it.
Or perhaps I should say: by them.
Strategy, to be quite frank, you will have no hand in.
It is done by those up above, and it merely refers to,
The larger movements over which we have no control.
But tactics are also important, together or single.
You must never forget that, suddenly, in an engagement,
You may find yourself alone.
This brown clay model is a characteristic terrain
Of a simple and typical kind. Its general character
Should be taken in at a glance, and its general character
You can, see at a glance it is somewhat hilly by nature,
With a fair amount of typical vegetation
Disposed at certain parts.
Here at the top of the tray, which we might call the northwards,
Is a wooded headland, with a crown of bushy-topped trees on;
And proceeding downwards or south we take in at a glance
A variety of gorges and knolls and plateaus and basins and saddles,
Somewhat symmetrically put, for easy identification.
And here is our point of attack.
But remember of course it will not be a tray you will fight on,
Nor always by daylight. After a hot day, think of the night
Cooling the desert down, and you still moving over it:
Past a ruined tank or a gun, perhaps, or a dead friend,
In the midst of war, at peace. It might quite well be that.
It isn't always a tray.
And even this tray is different to what I had thought.
These models are somehow never always the same: for a reason
I do not know how to explain quite. Just as I do not know
Why there is always someone at this particular lesson
Who always starts crying. Now will you kindly
Empty those blinking eyes?
I thank you. I have no wish to seem impatient.
I know it is all very hard, but you would not like,
To take a simple example, to take for example,
This place we have thought of here, you would not like
To find yourself face to face with it, and you not knowing
What there might be inside?
Very well then: suppose this is what you must capture.
It will not be easy, not being very exposed,
Secluded away like it is, and somewhat protected
By a typical formation of what appear to be bushes,
So that you cannot see, as to what is concealed inside,
As to whether it is friend or foe.
And so, a strong feint will be necessary in this, connection.
It will not be a tray, remember. It may be a desert stretch
With nothing in sight, to speak of. I have no wish to be inconsiderate,
But I see there are two of you now, commencing to snivel.
I do not know where such emotional privates can come from.
Try to behave like men.
I thank you. I was saying: a thoughtful deception
Is always somewhat essential in such a case. You can see
That if only the attacker can capture such an emplacement
The rest of the terrain is his: a key-position, and calling
For the most resourceful manoeuvres. But that is what tactics is.
Or I should say rather: are.
Let us begin then and appreciate the situation.
I am thinking especially of the point we have been considering,
Though in a sense everything in the whole of the terrain,
Must be appreciated. I do not know what I have said
To upset so many of you. I know it is a difficult lesson.
Yesterday a man was sick,
But I have never known as many as five in a single intake,
Unable to cope with this lesson. I think you had better
Fall out, all five, and sit at the back of the room,
Being careful not to talk. The rest will close up.
Perhaps it was me saying 'a dead friend', earlier on?
Well, some of us live.
And I never know why, whenever we get to tactics,
Men either laugh or cry, though neither is strictly called for.
But perhaps I have started too early with a difficult task?
We will start again, further north, with a simpler problem.
Are you ready? Is everyone paying attention?
Very well then. Here are two hills.
poem by Henry Reed
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What Love Is
Boys tactics cannot be compared to what love is
Neither can the exchange of humans be compared to what love is
Love is when you go to the furthest extent there is for the one who is yours
Love is when you tell your spouse you love them with all your might everyday
Love is when you sacrifice yourself for anything he/she wants
Girls tactics cannot be compared to what love is
Neither can the exchange of humans be compared to what love is
Love is when you make mistakes but apologize over and over again until you get the words 'I'm sorry' engraved in their head
Love is when you are not afraid to wear the sweater that they made for you out in public
Love is when sacrifice your own time for them
Boys and girls tactics cannot be compared to what love is
Neither can the exchange of humans be compared to what love is
Love is when you know you are loved even before they tell you they love you
Love is when you know every single detail about them
Love is when you know they'll sacrifice their time and themselves even when times are rough and you don't know what to do
poem by Kamilla Davila
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Give Him Credit For Something
He wants to damage our way of life...
And the economy!
He wants to frighten us with scare tactics.
With a bombardment of truths.
And we aren't accustomed to it!
He wants to inflict us with decisions,
Unlike any made before.
He wants to remove deceit and lies.
And expose us to reality.
To leave that at our front doors.
He dares to reveal an incompetent government.
He dares to be a leader...
Choosing to use common sense.
'Don't be so hard on him!
He has yet to say anything...
About taking away your delusions.
Those he wishes you to keep.
They have been excluded.
Give him credit for something! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Flowers are meant for
“What these flowers are meant for and why”?
I thought of giving a best possible and sincere try
My god, she was hell bent upon her choice
No impact was made even with real promise
I thought of presenting her with big bouquet
It was wrapped in beautiful cover with mention her birth date
I had remembered exact date and seized the chance
I was curious enough to come in contact with her at once
She was not made of inferior stuff
She knew where to give strong rebuff
I was expecting good response with broad smile
But she fired me off with her formidable style
“What do you think you can impress me in this way”?
She came out with strong words of resentment and went away
Leaving behind a note of displeasure “behave your self”
I was left high and dry and sank below the sea shelf
She was not arrogant or beauty conscious
She wanted to remain as earthy as possible and not become famous
It was not her way of thinking to lead the life
There were many more things to be approached for future wife
She was brilliant in all the respects but preferred isolation
She was of firm opinion that it must be based on strong foundation
Some of the relations are destined to be and have heavenly blessings
Nothing should go unnoticed or in that case even missing
I failed to judge her mood and way of working
It gave me enough of insight with strong jerking
It gave me lesson that no one can be wooed by simple tactics
It needed some kind of understanding with simple basic
You can have fine chemistry if that has some honesty
Food also can be liked if added with contents and made testy
Life can be looked upon as one time choice
One should be in comfortable position and ready to poise
I learnt a lesson not because of her rude reply
But certainly it lacked sincerity in approach with weak try
I could have made it little more reasonable
Even though I believed that it was still possible
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There's Glory In Your Story
I felt alone
I put on my new shoes and hit the town
I still felt alone
I'm convinced everyone's built to be put down
I had to say (I had to say)
What I wanted to say (what I wanted to say)
I had to say (what I wanted to say)
Where are you going to stay?
I felt alone
Independence Day comes when you're down
Still felt alone
Ten times I thought I almost found you
Sometimes simple chords are the best
The simple approach is the best if
It makes more sense than any other
It makes more sense than any other
I felt alone
I felt bleak - knocked me to the ground
I still felt alone
My attempts at chivalry fell without a sound
I felt alone
So put on your new shoes and leave this town
Still felt alone
I'm convinced, everyone's built to be put down
The simple chords are the best
Sometimes the simple approach is the best if
It makes more sense than any other
It makes more sense than any other
song performed by by Idlewild
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
In the light of our culture, these are not unreasonable questions and tactics, but if once again, we try to see the lens through which we look, we can see that there is far too great an emphasis placed on the future.
quote by Alan Dundes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
For Shameless Popularity
That I do not find myself accepted,
By those who have acquired
A false sense of themselves...
Is fine!
I sleep well at night.
And I have a strong appetite,
For life!
To sacrifice the peace of mind I like...
For shameless popularity?
One must be burdened with and carry.
That is something I leave my deeds to do.
Wouldn't you?
If you knew...
You were the possessor,
Of such tremendous talents!
'You are certainly in no need,
Of an ego massage.'
You are right about that!
In fact...
You can massage my neck and back.
I am feeling a bit of tension,
From the affliction of this greatness.
Not to mention the attention...
Not solicited.
But leaves me stressed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Too Much In-The-Love
A position of proposition kept.
Researched...
With a common sense,
Not academic!
I am not someone to invite to test.
But I've never met an obstacle...
That has of yet,
Made me unhappy because we've met.
'Cause I'm...
Too much in-the-love!
Yes,
I'm...
Just too basic.
I studied all the books in school.
And as a rule I found this true...
I am,
Too much in-the-love!
Yes!
And...
Just too basic.
My Masters and my Doctorate,
I got early in life.
And the military taught me...
To be,
Decisive!
A position of proposition kept.
Researched...
With a common sense,
Not academic!
'Cause I'm...
Too much in-the-love!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just 'too' basic.
My 'degree' is in my 'own' history!
And my proposition spoken,
Is in my position...
Stated!
Too much in-the-love!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
I'm Just TOO basic.
My Masters and my Doctorate,
I got early in life.
And the military taught me...
To be,
Decisive!
And today I'm delighted.
'Cause I'm...
Just too much,
In-the-LOVE!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just too basic.
'Cause I'm...
Just 'too' much,
In-the-LOVE!
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just TOO basic.
So basic I am wide eyed.
And I'm...
Just 'too' much in-the-love.
Yes,
In-the-LOVE!
And...
Just TOO basic.
And earned to keep!
Yes I'm too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Yes too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just too much.
Yes I'm too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Yes too much,
In-the-LOVE.
Just TOO much.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Nothing More Nor Is There Anything Less
I am quite simple.
And I guess in that basicness,
There is a complexity some wish to see.
I have no hidden agenda.
No ego to massage.
I too concern myself,
With a degrading quality of life.
I wish I had powers to make that right.
But I don't.
Nor will I let that be assumed...
I enforce 'visions' like that in my mind.
To occupy and absorb.
As if I allow that room.
I am quite simple.
And I guess in that basicness,
There is a complexity some wish to see.
I acknowledge I am a writer.
But I express that done,
With the best of my ability!
And nothing more,
Nor is there anything less...
Will I confess,
Satisfies or gratifies that constant need.
Whether or not that is understood by others.
I understand it!
And somehow...
That is all I need to know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!