Top Notch In Any Game
A leveling done on a playing field,
Open to anyone with skills to advance.
To enhance!
Sems to be distant from the doing,
Since those who could prove themselves...
With honesty and talent to expose,
Those 'top-notch-in-any-game' poses...
Are easily seduced by a drugging done,
To egos hard to leave off the field of play.
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If The Playing Field Was Leveled
If the playing field was leveled,
And those with skills were playing the game...
There would be fewer less disappointed people,
Observed wasting their time, resources and patience.
And bored out of their minds.
While the ones with no apparent talent,
Continue to strike out at everyone's expense.
But...
Are cheered on to convince they too,
Can eventually become great...
If given the opportunity to hit just ONE ball,
Without a fouling to strike out...
Each time they get to hold the bat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over the last few years, the world has become a smaller and more integrated place with technology that is leveling the playing field like never before.
Several of the energy companies want to do the right thing. It's a matter of leveling the playing field though for them and that's why corrective action here is necessary.
You Do Know That The Lights Are Out?
You are playing alone.
And in left field.
You do know that the lights are out?
Do you practice for a new game to begin?
With a planning done in my presence.
I am not going to say you are bold...
And cold.
I'd call this...
Straight up heartlessness.
With a tilted head,
And a lot of salt and pepper.
You are playing alone.
And in left field.
You do know that the lights are out?
Why are we arguing between us about faults?
And what had been accepted,
Now hated so that has you hissing.
You do know that the lights are out?
Here!
And you can,
Play the field.
Did you come here...
To hear again,
That reminder?
A pain healed, seldom repeats that process again.
When one's duty is to booty,
Loses compassion...
Don't expect a lost action,
To rekindle itself on memories.
Few...
Were the good ones.
Do you remember your entrance?
That is also your exit.
And...
Those lights that are out?
You did it.
You turned them off.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If a liberal political philosophy stands for anything, and I am no longer sure it does, then it must mean that we are committed to the leveling of the playing field for everyone.
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No Right To Say What Is Unfair
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Field
You lie so unfolded
In a love field
With your contempt for any modesty
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
You yield with your lips still sealed
In a love field
Lost in a sea of imaginary women
Everything youd want
From the dawn to the dimming
Breath comes sharp and heart beats faster
In a love field
Cold ground for a pillow
Under a blanket of stars
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Headlights that startled
This embrace of hours
In a love field
In a crooked house
Where things can be arranged
You think youre different from the rest
But you dont see how youve changed
Under an archway
On a road of white linen
In a love field
Feel the anxious rhythm of a functional stranger
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Shes so tense but its never mentioned
In a love field
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Perfection! Lady!
Because I am F
Uk! UK U k uk White War!
Stand up 1 comedy
C O COrporation! Moden Madamme
modey @
TV
Chennel;
Is
The smile:
smile and miles of smile
And you still smile
and I am smiling and smiling
and you did not even notice
or took only notice
Or you already have a recipe
For a perfect smile
and this lady play
soccer
or game that looks like soccer
with her boobs
on my friend
at the same time
she is playing with me
and my smile
my comfort zone
my cornfield
in my mind
through my eyes
it is burning,
I want to burn her field
her soccer
and she knows
she knew
she
knows
that!
in advance!
she hides her hands
to expose her chest
hide and hide
type of woman, girl
childish
type of kid game
the only difference
I have
A hope
is to
take her
home
to calm
caam! Kasperjec
kasparove
big blue
her burned
finger.
come here
let me see
why your nipple
get red
are you finger burning
or just your nipples are
getting
hotter and burning red.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Cedric's Message.
Cedric approached you
in the playground and said
My sister Christina
wants to see you
on the playing field lunchtime
and he said it
in a quiet voice
as if he didn't want
the other boys to hear
he ran messages for girls
and off he went
to play with some other boys
leaving you to stare out
onto the empty playing field
and so lunch time
after you'd eaten dinner
you went onto the playing field
beneath the summer sun
and there she was
over by the wire fence
waiting for you
and you said
Cedric said you wanted to see me
and she said
Yes do you mind
if we walk off alone together
I don't want other's ears
to move in on our conversation
No sure
you said
Let's go over by the woods
by the far fence
and so you walked off with her
across the playing field
by other kids who were playing
football or sitting talking
or playing skip rope
or whatever
and when you came
to the woods
you sat down with her
and she said
You do love me
don't you?
I mean you're not
seeing anyone else?
You looked across
the playing field
to where you'd sat
with another
some months before
and she had asked
the same question
but since then
it had turned
momentarily sour
Yes and no
you said
looking back at her
taking in her dark hair
and deep eyes
and how her hand
lay on her thigh
covered by grey skirt
and her naked knees
just visible
to the eye
What do you mean
yes and no?
she asked
you watched
her lips move
and replied
Yes I love you
and no I'm not
seeing another
and she smiled at you
and put her hand on yours
and waited for a kiss
and so you did
her lips on yours
out by the woods
on that summer day
out of doors.
poem by Terry Collett
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Play The Field
Verse 1:
Loving can be simple
(find a guy, settle down)
Can it be so simple
(touch the sky, look around)
There is so much out there
(wait your turn, stand in line)
Theres a someone somewhere
(you will learn, you will find)
There is so much waiting for you
Listen here is all you must do
Chorus a:
Play the field
You gotta look around
Lovin is so real
Dont just settle down
Just play the field
And leave what is behind
Dont just make a deal
See what you can find
Verse 2:
If you want some loving
(youll be loved, many times)
Pushing comes to shoving
(and enough chance to find)
Come on stop your crying
(over one special boy)
Do a little lying
(have some fun, dont be coy)
Dont waste your life on a dream
Take it to the opposite extreme
Chorus a
Come on have some fun
Dont waste your life on a dream
Take it to the opposite extreme
Chorus a
See what you can find
Chorus b:
Just play the field
And let yourself go wild
Lovin is so real
Youre acting like a child
So play the field
Youre always on the run
Dont just make a deal
Come on have some fun
Bridge:
Play the field
On the run (on the run)
Make a deal
Have some fun
Chorus a
See what you can find
Chorus b
Chorus a
See what you can find
Chorus b
Play the field
Play the field
Play the field
(fade)
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The one game we all play
The one game we all play
We play games
To show our valour
And mainly to win
We do not mind going for coaching
If we feel we do not have the
Required strength to win
We play games
Either as a team or individual
The attempt is to demonstrate
That we are better talented
Than the team or member
Against whom we play
Nations enthuse people to play games
So that they add pride
Some games are played with
Gadgets and protective accessories
We have spectators to watch
The way we play
We have umpires and referees
Who ensure rules of the games
Are strictly adhered
And it is all a fair play
We play games indoor or outdoor
We play games in daylight
Or under artificial illumination
We score while playing
And the score achieved by a team or individual
In a specific time
Decides the winner
We telecast the games
We comment on the strengths and weaknesses
Of a team or individual
We conduct national and international
Tournaments to declare a team or individual
As champion
Irrespective of skills, race, gender
We all play a game
Which is played mainly to lose
It is an individual game
With no specific rules
With no umpire
With no spectator
With no commentator
With no TV coverage
With no scores
With no trophies
With no victory stands
With no top scorer
With no “player of the match”
But we play
Most of us like to play this game
Indoor and in closed doors
Decency and civilized ways
Do not allow this game being played in the open
There is no season for this game
It can be played any part of the day
And any part of the year
Summer, winter, monsoon seasons
Have no bearing on this game
The one requirement in this game is
Complete transparency and intimacy
Rules for this game
Vary from individual to individual
Rules also get refined
With the experience of the players
There are no restrictions to employ
Any method as both the players
Are determined to be the loser
Duration of play depends again
On the individuals
The game ends
Most often to the satisfaction
Of the both the players
In other games players declare
That they are retiring from playing
There is no retirement in this game
As players advance in age
They understand it is more a mind game
Outcome of this game
Are further more players
You guessed it right
It is the game of love
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Equipped To Score Some Serious Points
I did not come to this field to play games.
I came equipped to score some serious points.
And to prove my aim is beyond bragging rights.
Closing mouths permanently with the aid of tight lips,
To say nothing else but witness...
Is my mission to accomplish with a purpose to do this!
Those coming to size up their competition with egos inherited...
Would serve themselves a better benefit,
By spending their time creating something that has merit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Greet, Meet And To Brag
My eyes never left the ball.
Afterall...
I became disciplined to keep my focus on it.
And when I joined on the field with others,
Who made claims they came with aims to play...
In a way to prove with me they could complete.
My eyes never left the ball to reach.
My eyes never left the ball not at all.
And when it was thrown in the air others stared.
But my eyes were right there to catch it...
To run with it and score a goal.
I came on the field prepared to win.
Not to say I just came to play.
Like others who came just to huddle.
My eyes never left the ball. afterall...
I did not come to greet, meet nor to brag,
With embellished exaggerations...
Of what I could do or had done in my past.
My eyes never left the ball...they couldn't.
And I was there on the field to win not pretend,
I came just to play to socialize and go away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But now in this day and age, people are more prone to go out to try new things to enhance their performance on the field - to enhance their physical appearance.
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What Cedric Said About His Sister.
Cedric followed you
around the playground
at high school
it seemed he wanted
to say something to you
but instead he just followed
you around until
as you stood looking over
at the playing field
where kids were gathering
in their break period
he said
my sister likes you
how do you know?
you asked
because she told me
he replied blushing
looking over at the playing field
isn't she your twin?
Yes
he said
going red
gazing at his sister
standing with a group
of friends on the field
you looked over at the girls
at Cedric's sister waving a hand
so that's Christina
yes
he muttered
the one with the dark hair
and waving a hand
then he went silent
and looked at you
Mother said she's too young for boyfriends
he said after a few moments
but she doesn't listen
she does what she wants
so she told me to tell you
she likes you
and so you nodded
and waved your hand
back at the girls
and there was an explosion
of giggling and laughter
and waving of hands
and then they ran off
onto the field
and as they ran off
you noticed Cedric's sister
had a cute butt
but you didn't tell him that
you just turned and said
fancy a game of ball?
and he just nodded
and said nothing more
about his sister at all.
poem by Terry Collett
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Mind your Indulgence (popular poetry)
Before the game
Is the preparation
After the game
Is the prize ceremony
Do you dare to claim to be a player
Without playing?
The word is a stage
Life is a game
Those are the very old sayings
Do not sit with me
Face to face
Slough your idleness
Mind your useless indulgence
All around
The taste of sweet breeze
The sun
Love and warmth from the east
Birds
Buzzing, chirping left their nest
Bees are busy
Singing the song of diligence
Angelic flowers
Open their petals intoxicating smell
Open your eyes
The day is exotic and very bright
Go to the field
Best of the best wishes
Be the player of the day.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Historically You Know This
Tactics used,
To maneuver your way into portraying yourself...
As a better qualified human being than me,
Through the devisive use of corruption, deceit...
And the calculated infusion of mental abuse,
Has resulted in your exhaustion.
You seem to have run out of fresh manipulations.
I hope not.
You provide me with mental candy.
On the same leveled game playing field,
And blindfolded...
You provide no competition.
And historically you know this.
No one is that sound asleep!
That's why your apparent deadend,
Has you rushing to find 'something' of validity...
To divert attention,
Away from insecurities you wish would leave...
To continue doing the mocking done you do of me.
To further falsify your abilities.
You seem to have run out of fresh manipulations.
I hope not.
I have never met an obstacle,
I did not find intriguing.
On the same leveled game playing field,
And blindfolded...
You provide no competition.
And historically you know this.
No one is that sound asleep!
No one could be 'that' naïve...
About a fact based reality faced and believed.
But then again...
Tactics used,
Are not always on the surface...
To be observed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children Of The Poor
Children of the poor
ever since your birth
what is it you have known?
What is it you are worth?
You have felt hunger.
You have felt pain.
You are undernourished.
You've become the bane
of societal indifference
that's become the norm.
The wealthy shut their eyes, not seeing
the approaching storm,
The storm that's been brewing
like Katrina lashing out,
consuming all the misery
it has brought about.
Children of the poor
what difference does it make
that the children of the rich,
eating steak and cake
give no thought to all of you?
Their life is bountiful.
They take a sideward glance
and step back on their hill.
But hills can come a-crumbling
on this big old earth,
leveling out the playing field,
leveling out the worth
Children of the wealthy,
it is time you think
that the times that are coming
can change in a blink,
when all will be equal
as they look around.
The poor will inherit
and their worth will be found.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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To Alan O Connor A Young K.R.R. Fan
He was so young just fourteen years and he had one great dream
To play for Killarney Road Rovers the Millstreet soccer team
To play for Killarney Road Rovers and to prove himself a man
He loved the game, he loved his team and he was a Rovers fan.
But Alan did not get the chance to carve his own renown
In football field at Claraghatlea just west of Millstreet Town
For Rovers in the Kerry league he'll not line out to play
An angel met him going to school and carried him away..
He did not live to ripe old age to slow and fade and die
His span was brief so very brief like rose flower of July
He did not live to fulfil his dream for Rovers play football
God needed him in Paradise and God know best of all.
But Alan will be still around when Rovers come to play
His ghost will be there watching them in field at Claraghatlea
And Rovers fans will talk about their star who would have been
The lad an angel took from Millstreet Town when he was just fourteen.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Swines and the Rain
Rain sweeps dirt from the swines
No place they find to hide
In open field aimlessly they run a little
and back again
mother hog perhaps waits somewhere
swines are in rain now
rain has got new game to play today
rain and swine and an open field
Dancing air with furious velocity
And the horizon systematically
swelling light from surroundings
swines are now with fear
getting close together
no dirt with them
bloody faces become pale
but rain stops at a phase
scenario changes
in darkness
a mother hog
searching her littles
her footsteps they know very well
a sudden dart of returning home
the swines
chasing the darkness fiercely
(15/07/2011)
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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