Tossed and Trashed
Too much time had been spent,
In disqualifying the achievements...
Of those who had been ready,
To expose their loyalty and dedication.
Now that the years have decayed the spark...
The one so brightly shown then with enlightenment.
And humbled by the experience,
Invitations are sent to the ones outcast.
To be tossed and trashed.
As they remembered being.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dedication
Well way back in the Bible time
A cat named noah built an ocean liner
Everybody laughed when they told him why
But when the rain came, noah was high and dry
cause he had
Dedication baby through and through
Dedication like I give to you
Dedication girl every way
Dedication girl every day
Well admiral byrd and some eskimos
They took a little trip to the old north pole
When they said it was a miracle they made it back
Well they said that wasnt any miracle, jack
Dedication baby through and through
Dedication like I give to you
Dedication girl every way
Dedication girl every day
Well now there was a movie star out in hollywood
He met a little girl, they got along real good
He tried to split but the chick said buddy, not so fast
Aint gonna wrap me on your arms, then wrap me in some cash
Now it was on tv every word they said
If you didnt see it man, you must have been late
She got on the witness pedestal without care
She turned to the judge and this is what she said
Dedication judge every way
Dedication judge in every way
I need some
Dedication judge that cant be spent
A little dedication judge to pay the rent
Dedication baby through and through
Dedication like I give to you
Dedication girl every way
Dedication girl every day
D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n
D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n
D-e-d-i-c-a-t-i-o-n
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Dj Vu
(r, m & b gibb)
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
Im not a saint but stand accused
Youre with someone who thinks loves the same as being used
And now suspicious minds may say its over
Over
Whether I live or die, you are my saviour
Youre my saviour
Its my dj vu, sweet dj vu
Through the feast or famine Ill be with you
Sheltering arms reach out to you
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
The silent nights, I cry your name
Youre with someone who says
They can get you through your pain
These golden years keep on returning
Its hurting
Precious and few
Youre my saviour, youre my saviour
Its my dj vu, sweet dj vu
Through the feast or famine Ill be with you
Sheltering arms reach out to you
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
And cherish what theyve lost
When often its too late
Its my dj vu (memories of you)
Sweet dj vu (keep coming through)
Through the feast or famine
Ill be with you (all that is true)
Sheltering arms reach out to you
Oh baby
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
This is my dedication
song performed by by Bee Gees
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The Children Of Sisyphus
yes your children
they learn
to walk
and talk
and more
often
you see
them fall
from time
to time
you take
them
by their
arm
and help
them rise
and let
them go
and they
keep
on falling
and you
keep
on helping
there is
hope this
time
seeing
the children
grow
and then
go
experience
explore
expose
expose
explore
experience
yes, ariel
when they
grow up
and answer
back
you always
know what
to tell them
in this absurdity
you tell
them
to shut up
and get lost
for they
are not
yours, though
they come
from you
you do not
give them
your mind
they have
their own
when
they were
first born
it is Time
in turn
that tells
us best:
we too
shut up
we too
get lost
fair enough
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Candle In The Dark
‘Tis frail I am
And grown so thin
Tossed casually about now
By wisps of wind
Words now mock me
Phrases smirk and grin
But don’t count me out yet
I’m still hangin’ in
My light shines not brightly
But now seems to dim yet
In the dark I’ve still a spark
That glows deep within
poem by David Whalen
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Showing A Growing Irritability
Faking interest.
With less than half-baked dedication,
Is still a 'wannabee' self indulging on pretense.
Hoping that an expression of devotion,
Nowhere to be shown...
Will produce without the sacrifice,
An experience unknown.
With a proven expertise unseen or exposed,
To the ones showing a growing irritability...
Around those wasting time faking,
And going through the motions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy-Livers
Seek many have done to do,
An easy life to live that's sought.
With beliefs to succeed,
Comes without disappointment.
Or fears that bring unstoppable tears.
Sometimes in darkness to no one shown.
Behind the scenes few people see,
What agonizes achievements to be received.
Or those heartbreaks suffered,
When one is alone.
With a fighting against doubts tossed about,
Those 'easy-livers' condone to moan and groan.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enlightenment
Chop that wood
Carry water
Whats the sound of one hand clapping
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Every second, every minute
It keeps changing to something different
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
It says its non attachment
Non attachment. non attachment
Im in the here and now, and Im meditating
And still Im suffering but thats my problem
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Wake up
Enlightenment says the world is nothing
Nothing but a dream, everythings an illusion
And nothing is real
Good or bad baby
You can change it anyway you want
You can rearrange it
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Chop that wood
And carry water
Whats the sound of one hand clapping
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
All around baby. you can see
Youre making your own reality. everyday because
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
One more time
Enlightenment. dont know what it is
Its up to you
Enlightenment. dont know what it is
Its up to you everyday
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Its always up to you
Enlightenment, dont know what it is
Its up to you, the way you think
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Third Party Invitations
When I am not in the mood,
To accept third party invitations...
In is with the same respect I am shown.
If one wants my presence in their home,
There is a correct way to go about doing it.
IF that invitation is sincere.
And this I have learned through experience.
I just don't show up to make appearances.
Especially if the offerings have been rationed.
Regardless if a dish,
I am 'told'...
Is the request the guests should bring,
By the entertaining host.
The last time I accepted,
A third party invitation...
I ended up bringing what I bought,
Back with me to my own home.
An expense I could have saved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nixon had some large achievements in foreign affairs. They will be remembered. But a president probably gets remembered for one thing, and Watergate will head the Nixon list, I suspect.
quote by Bob Woodward
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Yet, our achievements also mask many continuing failings and seem to expose more future dangers.
What Are You Doing New Years Eve
Written by frank loesser
Maybe its much too early in the game
Ooh, but I thought Id ask you just the same
What are you doing new years
New years eve?
Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When its exactly twelve oclock that night
Welcoming in the new year
New years eve
Maybe Im crazy to suppose
Id ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You received
Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance:
What are you doing new years
New years eve?
Maybe Im crazy to suppose
Id ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You received
Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance:
What are you doing new years
New years eve?
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Ceiling In My Room
by Michael Nesmith
In a long and involved conversation with myself,
I saw precious things come into view,
When I poured through the files taken off my mental shelf,
I dusted off some memories of you.
Then I thought about the time when our affair was green,
How the phoenix of our love first flapped its silken wings,
All the urgency and passion of each new day as it happened,
And how it all mellowed as it grew.
I remembered the times that our laughter would explode
And how you would turn to hide your smile,
Then the hours of silence while the perfumed candle glowed,
And both our thoughts meandered on for miles.
I remembered the time I said I really had to go,
I remembered the tears that filled your eyes,
Then I touched your hand and told you that it really was a lie,
And though you never knew it, dear, I cried.
It's amazing how time can so softly change your ways
And make you look at things that can't be seen,
How the years that roll by can start you listening,
Not just to what they say, but what they mean.
So forgive me, my dear, if I seem preoccupied,
If the razor edge of youth-filled love is gone,
But, we're both a little older, our relationship has grown,
Not just in how it's shaped, but how it's shown.
So forgive me, my dear, if I seem preoccupied,
If the razor edge of youth-filled love is gone,
But, we're both a little older, our relationship has grown,
Not just in how it's shaped, but how it's shown.
song performed by by Monkees
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To Stay In A Shared Mutual Interest
I would love to experience,
That initial spark of love...
With a bit of naïveté.
An innocence that stays,
With a freshness...
That doesn't soon go away.
I would love to experience,
That delicious kiss...
As if that kiss was the first.
And thirst for more,
From that one I adored.
I would love to feel my heart pound.
My speech hurried by incomplete sentences.
And be looked upon,
As if I am the only one in view existing.
I would love to experience,
That initial spark of love...
With a bit of naïveté.
I would,
If I could only forget those times that came...
As I stood babbling to bore,
Until I became ignored.
To be left without a hint of an explanation.
This time I wish,
For just a 'bit' of naïveté...
And not total 'stupiditay'
To stay in a shared mutual interest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard Times (from Michigan)
In these hard times
Of unreported unemployed voices
Of ignored college graduates
Of desperate youth
As well as desperate old
In these times
Education is overlooked
Pale profit wins over ethics
Our youth gets pushed further
Further away from their hard earned achievements
Further away from their intricate dreams
In these times
Fresh bread is left behind to turn into mold
Experience overtakes knowledge
Education becomes a burden
The educated are the punished
When they should be awarded
Education is no longer counted as experience
Our interactions with one another
Is no longer experience
They become experience (in the eyes of employers) by the documentation of a paycheck
To be qualified
We must be paid to interact with each other
We must be paid to use our knowledge
We must be paid to develop our skills
When in reality
We pay for our education ourselves
And in our education in which we pay
We interact and learn from others without demanding to be paid
In the eyes of the employer
Education is not experience
Eight years of college and achieving a P.H.D.
Is no longer experience
What employers don't realize is...
Education is a full-time job
A full time job that we do not get paid for
Education doesn't employ us
We employ education for ourselves
Yet...education is still not experience
When will they open their eyes and enlighten their minds?
Education should never have to come last
But should always come first
No wonder we are behind
poem by Diana Poems
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When Is it Ever Ready?
When is it ever ready...
For us to make up our minds,
It is time to get what we put off
To get something done?
When is it ever ready...
For us?
When is it ever ready...
To stop and wait.
For us to negotiate,
This is the moment...
That has arrived,
For us to get up and move?
Just to prove we can delay
Another day...
To make an excuse,
To collect with the other excuses...
Made!
When is it ever ready?
Time seems to never be!
It seems to do what it chooses without us!
To experience...
Or ignore completely.
As we sit to cuss its noncommitment.
Observing it as it cares less,
About how some of us waste it...
With more uselessness!
To eventually confess.
When is it ever ready?
That is probably not a concern...
Nor a priority,
Or on its agenda.
Time is man made.
To set limits...
As if man allows 'it' to benefit,
And exist.
To put up with a man's nonsense.
Or a woman's.
Either way...
No one can say,
They have more of it...
Than anyone.
To just let it sit!
And ask of it...
If and When it is ever ready!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Oath of the Protector
They-the loyal, proud, courageous and strong!
Too multitudinous to count, their pedigree of honor, long!
Vow, do they, to protect and ever to defend!
Alas, ne'er to cease, lo, though time doth end!
Many befallen as champions of freedom, not of men!
Into conflict they bravely go, perhaps not to return again!
Allegiance they swear, not to man, nor mandate-
Loyalty and commitment is proffered, so as to obviate:
The Oath of the Protector, to but only our Constitution,
This precept hath proven fundamental to our evolution!
Lives, they offer to country, with service and loyalty-
So shall they still, through all time, perpetually!
Service, excellence, fidelity and truth-do define further still;
All are humbled, and obliged to thee, with promises you do fulfill!
Maurice Harris,2 April 2009
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Afraid to Present Their Own
Those that have spent their time,
Discrediting others' efforts.
And wasting their lives,
Afraid to live their own...
Have shown one thing.
A need for an identity they have never known.
With a need to express from their hearts what's enjoyed!
And 'that' they have never shown!
Those that have spent their time...
Discrediting others' efforts.
And wasting their lives,
Afraid to present their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easily Giving
I am determined,
To feel and receive...
An awarded love.
Someone that discovers my value,
And treasures me as their prize.
No one can accuse me of not being devoted.
No one can accuse me of unfaithfulness.
And I've been in a few relationships.
Easily giving my loyalty.
And to be dismissed by this.
Wishing it was known,
The depth of feelings I have shown.
I am determined,
To feel and receive...
An awarded love.
Someone that discovers my value,
And treasures me as their prize.
And I don't think of time,
That seems to tick by me quick.
Or the wish that I have,
To experience the love I wish and know can exist.
No one can accuse me of not being devoted.
No one can accuse me of unfaithfulness.
I have shown this...
Over and over again.
But maybe in my youth...
My quickness to share,
Was not for others...
Completely there to be aware.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Inclined to Call You Stupid
You spent all of this time wasting yours...
Finding ways to hurt me.
I can not believe you allowed yourself...
To lower your mind to such a degree.
Did you not notice me,
Ignoring your tactics to feed your ego needs?
Did you not witness my willingness,
To expose my agonies for the public to see.
With my beliefs and faith...
I continued to remove each obstacle you made!
You spent all of this time wasting yours.
And I've spent mine...
Building an empire.
To strengthen my bloodline I leave behind!
But those thoughts never entered,
Or crossed your mind!
I'm inclined to call you 'stupid'...
But you may regard that as a compliment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extremely Rude
I have nothing against those mentally challenged.
I experience being challenged mentally on a daily basis,
Myself.
And accepting invitations to participate,
Is not on my top ten wish list.
Although,
It seems I am solicited regardless of my wishes.
And my only defense I use is to offend...
Someone who perceives,
My defense mechanisms beg for their ignorance.
With a showing of my disrespect they ask from me,
And I am made to feel obliged to deliver...
What they request from me and they get.
Since to ignore them,
Feeds the giving of their agitation.
'You are extremely rude.'
I find that to be a coincidence.
Since my rudeness would have never been shown,
If you had not insisted upon its appearance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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