Too Monolithic
If a love for you pursued,
Is considered too monolithic...
With expectations deemed out of reach.
That love one seeks and sought...
Has become for that one,
An internalized defeat...
Immensely heightened by negative speech.
Too monolithic becomes that which is missed.
And too monolithic is that which is wished.
With that switch appearing easy,
Sitting as a chore...
With a feeling too difficult and goes ignored.
One has to,
Stop and dropp off of that bucking high horse.
With a roping in of emotions...
Allowed to go too far off course.
Don't become compelled to control and rule.
Go through those hoops...
Everyone who wishes love eventually goes through.
Too monolithic becomes that which is missed.
Until one sees what comes as a gift.
An arrival of a blessing,
One should permit.
And coming as it does to become accepted as it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People have accepted the media's idea of what feminism is, but that doesn't mean that it's right or true or real. Feminism is not monolithic. Within feminism, there is an array of opinions.
quote by Judy Chicago
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Port Melbourne
All those monolithic
monstrosities
posing as apartments
must have scared away
the seagulls
thinking back
I can't remember even one
though there was heaps
of edible rubbish
lapping the concrete shore.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Candle-wax-sky
Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise
whoever told you; you could dream, beyond the
Moon-lit, monolithic, midnight-skies.
Drink the midnight curtain of sleep
into the waking hours…
Where dreams can sublimely creep
Around; like a carnivorous green-flower
like a sun-spider sunning on a rock
like a worm in the pippin of an eye
looking down from a Candle-wax-sky.
Whoever said? It would be easier to dream..?
Whoever said..?
That; those darker blankets of velvet-red:
Wouldn’t come eventually calling to cover
your miserable maudlin flower-
Stem-head; with the blooded-thorns of a rose bed.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Easy and Difficult
Easy and Difficult
Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Stonehenge
What can be said to the stones
the deaf blocks unyielding to tenderness.
Question them and expect to be assailed
by a tract, by a jingoistic reply
Expect to come away bruised
broken by the heedless conformity
lines crossing the heart of the crooked sky
no more relevant to this vital world
than their acrimonious retorts
to your soft pleading queries
What can be said to a grieving mother?
asking softly why her son is dead,
that she is insincere in her puzzlement?
of the craggy forms
of emanations of nonsense
blatherings from a hidden teleprompter
grasping reason and feeling
ripping them with archless grace
with stoic poise and scrubbed stone
through piles of rubble, treaties, and rotting flesh
explaining with monolithic droll
with guards and fences to protect
their preeminence
why sanguine tears must pour into the basin
below the blood gutters
along with the seeds of a nation and
why it is necessary for death and sacrifice
be accepted without complaint
poem by George Murdock
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Time
I am time who knows
Who knows but
I am what I am
The shadows are thin
The nights have veiled in
Like a turkey cock
Like a doodle I am doodling
In your
Life there is lack of timing
I have wits, what a razor sharp wit
Monolithic culture have been flowering
I remained runners up and all encompassing
Circumnavigating you became a laughing stock
Stunning to see my caliber like a rock
Whatever will you do?
I have least inclination
I am jaunty
You are skinny
Who will eat the booty?
Time is moving scandalously
A world full of bankruptcy
How and why I glamorize it all
Is least potent and more finicky
I am the dowry for the women
And evangelist moving slyly
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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My heart beat
It all seems like today
Ages have passed by…
My heart missed a beat
When I first saw you
When you stretched out your hand
When you spoke to me first
When you said you look good
When you stood talking for hours
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I met you
When we started dating
When we went on shopping
When we spent time in each other’s company
When we were in each other’s arms
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I wanted to say something
When you found that life was miserable
When you thought I should live with you
When you enjoyed my company
When you proposed to me
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I felt your love
When we first had a talk
When we had a long walk
When we never heard the waves on the shore
When we knew we loved each other
My heart missed a leap
My heart missed a leap
When I lost words
When you found them for me
When you touched me first
When you blew in my ears
When you kissed me first
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I saw the ring
When we decided
When we finalized things
When we knew everything was fine
When we heard the revolt
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I saw you parents
When you said your mother’s decision
When you were thinking twice
When you wanted to satisfy both
When your thoughts wavered
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I understood you
When we decided to go ahead
When we said this is the right time
When we told our friends
When we held hands
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I became your wife
When you were all to myself
When you said you love me lots
When you and your mother accepted me
When you became my world
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I knew a life in me
When we realized the fact
When we understood our culmination’s fruit
When we were to be too proud
When we heard a heart in me
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I first heard them cry
When you saw with sparkling eyes our babies
When you said they resemble me
When you said I am now a proud father of two
When you said I love you for this
My heart missed a beat
My heat missed a beat
When I heard them call me mom
When we were proud parents
When we shared happy moments
When we saw them grow
When we heard good things about them
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I knew it was time for marriages again
When you said just both of us now
When you saw me with love
When you said you look young still
When you whispered I love you
My heart missed a beat
You are a part of me
Even in our ripe old age
My heart beats only for you from day one
The day yours stop so will mine stop
For my heart beats only for you…
It all seems like today
Ages have passed by…
poem by Leena Bose
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Until a Foreplay Invites
You wish to simmer in a love you missed.
And believing it can be delivered,
Without a chemistry
That attracts!
Or connected to it!
You say I am old fashion.
But I do know this...
If it is not felt in my heart,
Nothing between my legs will lift!
No matter what is done...
From your knees as I sit.
That may be your version of a love you missed.
But there is much more to me,
That has to be accepted with it!
Like eye contact for starters!
That teases a beginning...
Until a foreplay invites,
Maybe a layover for breakfast!
With an added conversation...
To induce and entice.
You wish to simmer in a love you missed?
Was that the only part of a 'love' you wish,
With me to reminisce?
And when your need is fulfilled,
Will I be dismissed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wanting More For One To Love
Be here and with me.
Let's know are feelings are not,
Hop in and get it.
Hit it and quit.
We wont stop...
To start,
Again.
Alone we walked,
In fields of hopes and wishes...
And feeling if,
Love skipped and missed...
Us.
We want more,
From one...
To love.
We want trust,
With us...
A must.
And in our secret dreams,
Let all things for us come true.
To live,
With us,
Together...
Forever.
We want more,
From one...
To love.
And from one,
To us...
There 'is' love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Intricate Part Of Economics
If fraud was eliminated,
From playing an intricate part of economics...
The use of delusion would not exist.
Manipulated minds would not find,
Hospitals as institutions to cure their illinesses.
Bankers would not charge,
Such exorbitant interest rates...
To build and create tremendous monolithic monuments.
If fraud was eliminated,
From playing an intricate part of economics.
And...
If corruption was not celebrated,
By those self righteous selling images...
Of themselves being celebrated as reflections of GOD,
And churches were not visited to symbolize materialism...
As a direct way to pray to obtain a feeling of success,
Taxes paid to increase what's in the pockets of thieves...
Would leave all who believe the achieving of happiness,
Depends on the taking of medication to decrease and numb...
The effects of mental stress
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slip Away
Baby
I wish you had recognized
The love I had for you
When it was in my heart
And when it was there for you
Because now
Youre coming back to me
And you recognize the love that was once there
But I found somebody else
Its too lateIm sorry
You should have known that I loved you
You should have seen it in my eyes
Should have allowed yourself to
Believe in love, and recognize
That my love, it wasnt going nowhere
Noone but you was in my heart
And I cant believe that you would push your love aside
Baby
[Chorus]
Its too bad
You missed out on me
And its so sad
Sad that youre gone away
And Im sorry
That you missed out on me
But its too late
You let my love slip away
And you should have known that I was open
You should have seen it in my smile
Should have allowed yourself to be adult, instead of a child
But you are the one with insecurities
You tried to put the blame on me
You never knew that my love was really here to stay
And now it is
[Chorus]
Baby tell me how
Baby how could you
Let our, love, fade away
But you never knew
I cared for you, and that I loved you
And you never, gave me
Your everything
This love was not for you
And Baby
[Chorus x2]
You should have known that I loved you
You should have seen it in my eyes
So sorry, but you let my love slip away
You should have known that I was open
You should have seen it in my smile
So sorry, but
[Chorus]
song performed by by 112
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Foreign exchange students…?
Their all parasites He says.
Fleas on His back and nape
His tridents tail His fiery mane.
They circle around His burning boils
Licking their ashes - anguished dust
They crawl through the labyrinths,
Of His eyes taking subway journeys
To crumbling monolithic churches
Suckling on blood and brimstone
And fire! They call themselves,
Banker's tourist asylum seekers
Stock-exchange material world leaders
They call themselves
Foreign exchange students…?
Liberated economic market equity slaves
They call themselves the avant-garde
But, their all his brothers
His suckling sisters
His riving desires His lust
Flea like rolling around on their bellies
Whispering please "lord save us"…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Do You Have A Little Time
If you're feeling low and lost today
Probably doing too much again
Spend all your hours just rushing around
Do You Have A Little Time for me?
Slow down my love you're confusing me
If your feeling stressed just try calling
Spend your time waiting for anyone to see
Do you have a little time for me?
You should stop for a while
You will find me standing by
Over here beside of your light
I will hold you still, remind you of all you've missed
If you have time that is
Why do you still run when you could walk with me
Life will pass you by when you move to quickly
What can you see when spinning around
Do you have a little time for me
You should stop for a while
You will find me standing by
Over here beside of your life
I will hold you still, remind you of all you've missed
If you have time that is...
If you let me listen, I'll make you feel clear
And if you let me love you, I'll always be there
You take this one step closer to me, You'll see
When you stop for a while, you will find me standing by
over here, here in your life
I will hold you still , remind you of all you've missed
If you have time that is, when you have time that is
song performed by by Dido
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Sandra
BY BARRY MANILOW AND ENOCH ANDERSON
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She's a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody
It's hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Oh but that happens now and again
She might take a drink with the housework
Or when Michael's kept late at the shop
A Martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies
Now it's seldom if ever they go
Once you've paid for the sitter and parkin' the car
There's no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake)
It was real touch and go for a while
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Love Me Love Me
ove me love me say you're gonna love me
I know you're ready to go
I'm I'm ready to go
dropp dropp hot stop the eye lock
I must be dreaming go hit the alarm clock
Under the lights, coming alive, she's thriller tonight
ay ay ay
One dance, two dance is not enough
You got that glow on the dot so Im not giving up
I'm reading your mind you know I'm a psychic
Why you try to hide it hide it
Love me love me say youre gonna love me
I know you're ready to go
Love me love me say you're gonna love me
Dont leave me out on the floor
I'm saying woah-oh-oh-oh
Don't tell me no-oh-oh-oh
Love me love me say you're gonna love me
I'm I'm I'm ready to go
I'm ready to go
Love me love me, lo-love me lo-love me
Love me love me, lo-love me
I'm ready to go
Cant stop, wont stop the party rock
You got that red of you're lips, sweet, like Betty Crock-ER
So call a doc-TER
Cause someone needs to take your temperature you're getting hotter
All of the lights, coming alive, she's thriller tonight
I'm reading your mind you know I'm a psychic
Why you try to hide it hide it
When I rock, you roll
You're loosing control
And if you got that feeling throw your
hands up in the air
Love me love me say youre gonna love me
I know youre ready to go
Love me love me say youre gonna love me
Don't leave me out on the floor
I'm saying woah -oh-oh-oh
Don't tell me no-oh-oh-oh
Love me love me say youre gonna love me
I'm I'm I'm ready to go
I'm I'm ready to go
You be Juliet I'll be Romeo
What you waiting for you know you wanna go
Dont say goodbye cause we just said hello
say your gonna love me girl cause I need to know
Ready? Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go
Ready? Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go
Lets do this
Love me love me say youre gonna love me
I know youre ready to go
Love me love me say youre gonna love me
Dont leave me out on the floor
I'm saying woah -oh-oh-oh
Dont tell me no-oh-oh-oh
Love me love me say youre gonna love me
I'm I'm I'm ready to go
I'm ready to go
Love me love me, lo-love me lo-love me
Love me love me, lo-love me
I'm ready to go
Love me love me, lo-love me lo-love me
Love me love me, lo-love me
I'm ready to go
poem by Jojo Jonna
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Love and freedom
In the space between breath, the quiet moments
Our love just is
Not captured, by what was prior or what comes next
Not weighed down, by expectations of the future
But like life
That gives each breath meaning
By simply being there everyday
So yes let our love be like freedom
Expanding in the open spaces of our being
Let us also be aware that love like freedom
Is ruefully missed when curtailed or lost
So the freedom to love,
and the freedom of true love
Is a gift most precious, and a promise most dear
poem by Anita Atina
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Labour Of Love
(j.p. maunick)
Im a man, I know that youve been hurt by one and more
Understand, you have never known a love like this
A love like this before
A love like this before
Promises, I know that they come knockin at your door
But its me who stays, true to every word and more than this
I can give you more
I can give you more
Chorus:
Youre living on the run, tell me baby, when will it all stop
Im waiting for the chance I wanna give you, everything I got
Slow down take it easy, all youve got to do is reach out for me
We can work and make it
A labour of love
Im a man, I know that youve been hurt by one and more
Understand, you have never known a love like this
A love like this before
A love like this before
Chorus
(reach our for me)
A labour of love
(reach our for me)
A labour of love
(reach our for me)
A labour of love
(reach our for me)
Chorus
Stop think it over, where Im coming from
Im not here to fool anybody, please dont get me wrong
Slow down take it easy, all youve got to do is reach out for me
We can work and make it
A labour of love
Chorus
song performed by by Incognito
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Sandra
(barry manilow / enoch anderson)
Shes a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says....
I swear I love my husband
I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Shes a sweetheart except when shes moody
Its hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Ah, but that happens now and again
Ah, she might take a drink with the housework
Or when michaels kept late at the shop
A martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says....
I swear I love my husband
And I love my kids
And, though I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Oh, they used to hold hands at the movies
Now its seldom, if ever, they go
Once you pay for the sitter, and parking the car
Theres no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist, quite by mistake
It was real touch and go for a while
She says....
Oh god, I love my husband
And I love my kids
Well, I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Let Love Rule
Love is gentle as a rose
And love can conquer any war
It's time to take a stand
Brothers and sisters join hands
We got to let love rule
Let love rule
We got to let love rule
Let love rule
Love transcends all space and time
And love can make a little child smile
Oh can't you see
This won't go wrong
But we got to be strong
We can't do it alone
We got to let love rule
Let love rule
We got to let love rule
Let love rule
Let love rule
You got to got to got to
Let love rule
You got to got to got to
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Let Love Rule
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Gone Are Touches Missed
When ghost shadows came,
To join a heart with stains left...
From a raining that seemed not to end.
Inside undried eyes,
Remained open but vacant.
And wanting to be absent of pain.
Those feelings one once had,
Now no longer needed as bad.
Since gone are touches missed.
Gone with them are those missed lips,
Remembered and again wished to kiss...
If only the clouds were not allowed to linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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