Toes
Have you come to notice the toes.
And how what they come to do,
Is mostly done undercover.
And they do such a terrific job.
With the least amount of recognition.
Until a corn or two...
Decides to go into conference with a bunion.
Slowing footsteps and making knees to bend.
With eventual respect and attention given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The interparliamentary conference should, in my opinion, direct its particular attention to the preparation of the next Hague Conference, the diplomatic conference, the conference of governments.
quote by Fredrik Bajer
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No Respect
Respect,
Always everybody looking for some
Respect,
Who do you think youre gonna get it from
Respect,
Anybody here deserving of none
Respect,
Tell me what makes you think
Youre not the one
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
No respect, no respect none
Respect,
Why be concerned with
Public adulation
Respect,
Pat on the back crying
For attention
Respect,
Finding out what it really
Means to me
Respect,
Honor comes only after
Humility
song performed by by Extreme
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As far as more recognition goes, I am happy with the amount of love and respect I have received from other artists and the public. Of course, I would love more, and think I deserve it.
quote by Suzi Quatro
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Undercover
Oh, sweet darling, kick your shoes off,
Let your hair down, get in bed;
Come and lie down here beside me,
Chase the demons from my head.
Oh this day had been a devil,
Come here angel make it right,
Undercover heavens waitin,
Will you take me there tonight?
Undercover angels hover,
As we fell in love in bed,
Undercover words are uttered,
Even though its never said,
Undercover I would rather,
Be with you than anywhere,
We are undercover lovers,
And I run to meet you there.
Private eyes and private moments,
Private words and flying sparks,
Sharing fantasies and secrets,
Fiery kisses and racing hearts,
Its a sacred place we go to,
Magical and sexy too,
And when we go undercover,
There is only me and you.
Undercover we discover,
Theres another world inside,
Besides this crazy world we live in,
We can leave it all outside,
Oh, undercover.
Come here darling let me hold you,
Jump in here beside of me,
When the world is blown to pieces,
You can always come to me,
Let me touch you, let me kiss you;
You dont have to say a word,
What you tell me with your body,
Beats all Ive ever heard.
Undercover angels hover,
As we cuddle up in bed,
Undercover run to other,
Even though its never said,
Undercover I would rather,
Be with you than anywhere,
We are undercover lovers,
And I run to meet you there.
Come and lay down by my side,
Undercover heavens waitin,
And were going there,
Going there, going there right now...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Respect time!
Respect! Respect!
Time I respect you
Time is of great essence
Respect time
Before it imposes on you a sentence
As if you have committed a crime
Time is precious like a diamond
Time must come first never second
Respect time
For time itself is the sublime
Time never waits
Time decides fates
In time itself you create
The food you eat off your plate
In time itself you love and hate
And find a partner or some mates
Respect time, underrate it not
Don’t say ‘time passed, I forgot’
There is a time to be late
There is a time to debate
There is a time to wait for someone
Before time decides to shorten the fun
Remember time waits for no one
Time also catches up with those on the run
Respect time
The essence of time
Is its continuous presence
And its everlasting absence
And denial of the past tense
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Undercover Of The Night
Hear the screams of Center 42
Loud enough to bust your brains out
The opposition's tongue is cut in two
Keep off the street 'cause you're in danger
One hundred thousand disparus
Lost in the jails in South America
Cuddle up baby
Cuddle up tight
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
The sex police are out there on the streets
Make sure the pass laws are not broken
The race militia has got itchy fingers
All the way from New York back to Africa
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Cuddle up baby
Sleep with all out of sight
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Undercover
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
All the young men they've been rounded up
And sent to camps back in the jungle
And people whisper people double-talk
And once proud fathers act so humble
All the young girls they have got the blues
They're heading on back to Center 42
Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
Down in the bars the girls are painted blue
Done up in lace
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Under Cover
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Feel Terrific
You keep me lifted.
And I admit.
I feel terrific...
When I'm given this lift.
You keep me lifted,
And I admit...
I feel terrific,
When I'm given this lift!
No alcohol do I need to get this boost.
Anything that aggravates I just let loose.
I feel like sitting on the roof,
To do exactly what I choose.
When that mood in me rules!
And I want to get lifted.
I admit.
I feel terrific...
When I'm given this lift.
I do,
Just feel terrific.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And be lifted with a boost.
Be specific.
When you get your lift.
Feel terrific.
And just handle it!
I do,
Just feel terrific.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And,
Be...
Llifted with a boost.
I do,
Just feel terrific.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And be lifted with a boost.
You keep me lifted.
And I admit.
I feel terrific...
When I'm given this lift.
You keep me lifted,
And I admit...
I feel terrific,
When I'm given this lift!
I do,
Just feel terrific.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And be lifted with a boost.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And be lifted with a boost.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Skiing
Why is it I can't ski?
When all that my instructor keeps saying is ‘benz za knees'
I ‘benz za knees' I hold my poles
Hoping this will help me go faster and not slow
Now the only thing that worries me that I know
Are my skis do not go where I want them to go
My knees are bent, I'm in the groove
I try to turn but the skis don't move
As I hold my breath I imagine what happens next
Either I go round this bend or crash and break my neck
Somehow I make it with just a snow flake to spare
Now I can breathe again - the fresh mountain air
But no sooner had I drawn my breath and unclenched my teeth
I notice my skis are far too wide underneath
With my eyes bouncing up and down like demented fleas
I try to focus but my mind feels as though it has turned to cheese
It's not looking good I must say
Compared to this morning I thought it'll turn out to be a perfect day
Not so - and here it must end
Did I make it or go straight and miss the bend?
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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A conversation....
she cannot accept the fact that a good poetry is just another form of imagination 7: 16 AM
Me
Mercy Temple
is she AC? 7: 16 AM
she wants to put me in those poems 7: 16 AM
Me
Shirley Bassey
me too hehehehe 7: 16 AM
and begin to ask if my life, my marriage, my toes, my knees, my fingernails, my shoulders are 7: 16 AM
okay 7: 17 AM
Me
Victoria Vega
i still do believe they were ur unconscious mend 7: 17 AM
a dream 7: 17 AM
and so my song this morning is 7: 17 AM
my toes, my knees 7: 17 AM
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Respect and Love
Respect and love are from the same stock.
Respect contains some amount of fear.
Love contains some amount of pity.
Respects fuels, and love sooths, the receiver.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When In The Making Of Attempts
When in the making of attempts,
With intentions that had been premeditated.
What point is being made,
By the one deciding to provide a better attempt,
At a later date?
Who then would have the patience to wait?
Or believes one can produce,
Something that introduces one's best effort?
Unless one decides,
That the making of a first impression...
Is less effective than the making of a second.
And today,
Any sense being made at all...
Is a rarity that captivates and gets attention.
'Did you hear that? '
~No.
Hear what? ~
'Diction. Clarity. Enunciation with effectiveness.
A pattern of speech that is correct with vocal expression.'
~What should we do? ~
'I don't know.
I hope this is not an invasion.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Sorts Of Spiritual People
There are two sorts of spiritual people one false and one true
The former scarcely worth knowing to the latter respect is due
And many false spiritual people as we already know
And their numbers in thousands if not in millions do grow
Wisdom and spirituality they try to claim for their own
But the seeds of their self professed greatness in falseness are sown
Just power hungry people suffering of low self esteem
Not what they want you think they are that's how it does seem
Their need for respect and recognition they do take too far
And yet many of the naive in awe of how marvellous they are
The truly wise and spiritual recognition never do crave
And our respect for such people we only should save
The difference between them like the difference between a plastic and a real rose
But the honourable in minority one would have to suppose.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Undercover Girl
Rebel inside
She's always in disguise
Destined to kill
What she thought was real
Yeah she's a high-class baby
With some attitude
She'S wicked and wild
And makes you go blind and grind
She's undercover girl
That's all she's got
She's taking you high
And makes your heartbeat stop
She's undercover girl
That's all she's got
She's making you fly
And head go round and round
She's undercover girl
Uptown angel
Fancy neighbourhood
Overprotected
Always knew what's good
Now she has black boots
And the long blond hair
She steps in the room
And men turn to lousy fools
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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I was scheduled to give my first official press conference that morning anyway, 'cause I was chairman of the Governors Energy Council and I was making a press conference with regard to energy policy.
quote by William Scranton
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To be important, …
Importance is not goodness.
It is a quality entailing
Attention or recognition.
It’s important to respect;
It’s important to serve;
It’s important not to hurt.
Anyone who is not important
By breed, wealth or rank
Can become important thus.
30.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Doing What It Takes To Feel One's Best
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do...
To get the attention.
Misconceptions about that are taught to those,
To leave them feeling insecure to be left exposed.
And psychologically dependent on others.
Those who are seeking the attention,
Are the ones making the excuses...
For everything done they do,
To avoid doing that which they should.
Fearing then no one would notice them at all.
And for them to be noticed is what is sought.
Leave them alone to figure themselves out,
And they wouldn't know what to do 'with' clues.
Especially if no one is there to listen,
To their opinions given or their version of life...
Yet for them to live.
But they'll try to convince others they know about.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do to get the attention.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is something one does to comprehend.
And many not comprehending,
Can also be viewed amongst those refusing to listen.
Only a life lived to be one's best,
Is often a life lived making fewer excuses.
With less complaints heard,
To create and produce to seduce someone else...
For whatever the reason found around,
To digest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down On My Knees
Sometimes you wonder
How much I care
I get so distracted running nowhere
And I take for granted
Our love is secure
But if I started losing you
One thing is sure
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
I learned to be strong
A long time ago
And I can face any wind no matter how hard it blows
But Id have to be stronger than I want to be
If I had to live without you loving me
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
No one matters more in my life
Makes me feel like you make me feel inside
Ive come far enough to know loves
Worth never letting go of
And love is not a matter of pride
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Women's harvest song
I am waving a ripe sunflower,
I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters.
I am joyful because of my melons,
I am joyful because of my beans,
I am joyful because of my squashes.
The sunflower waves.
So did the corn wave
When the wind blew against it,
So did my white corn bend
When the red lightning descended upon it,
It trembled as the sunflower
When the rain beat down its leaves.
Great is a ripe sunflower,
And great was the sun above my corn-fields.
His fingers lifted up the corn-ears,
His hands fashioned my melons,
And set my beans full in the pods.
Therefore my heart is happy
And I will lay many blue prayer-sticks at the shrine of Ta-wa.
I will give corn to Ta-wa,
Yellow corn, blue corn, black corn.
I wave the sunflower,
The sunflower heavy with pollen.
I wave it, I turn it, I sing,
Because I am happy.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Dad needs to show an incredible amount of respect and humor and friendship toward his mate so the kids understand their parents are sexy, they're fun, they do things together, they're best friends. Kids learn by example. If I respect Mom, they're going to respect Mom.
U-turn
Yeah, ay yo
2000 its us
Yo, its time to u-turn
Ya heard me?
Youre either with us - or against us, yo
Its been some years now
Since we hit the floor to get down
We always had a step to go with the sound
Now everybody wanna sit around, drink and ball
Remember, the snake
And how the floor used to clear
And everybody would break
Whats crunk now used to be called getting to it
Were bringing it all back
This is how we do it, just
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
In the 80s, fresh was the talk
Mj had everybody doing the moonwalk
In the 90s, I had a high flat top
Doing the wop, pee wee to the reebok
I cant forget about my high school days
The sound was bobby brown
The dance was the running man
Now everybody wanna push bentleys
The year is 2 - everybody do the u-turn
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
All you need to do is let go
Let the tempo take over you
I came to have a good time
Let the rhythm deep iside your soul
Let it lead you to the floor, whoa
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
song performed by by Usher
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