Unable To Commit
I choose not to sing,
'We Are The World' with anyone.
Don't be stunned.
I just refuse to sit and sip,
With hypocrites spilling philosophies,
They themselves admit...
They are unable to commit to,
If not assisted by photo ops...
And served hors d'oeuvres!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.
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The Deed Comes Before The Media
I would never admit,
Without going into a series of conferences...
That I consider myself a pioneer.
Oh...
And I am in more ways than one.
There's no need to be stunned by my revelation.
It's true.
Today I am in a willing to share mood.
There are some who refuse to acknowledge my props.
Believing themselves to be deserving,
Of any attention for their donations...
While securing a photo op!
With a massaging of an ego done!
And anyone who has delivered 'anything' from the heart...
Knows that the deed comes before the media.
Without a need to solicit a feeding on it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
[fade]
song performed by by Cars
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Recurring One Too Many Nights Too Often
Do you remember it?
When I was the first to admit,
I was afraid again to commit...
To a monogamous relationship.
And at the alter...
I passed out into complete darkness.
And when I awakened,
Someone had written 'I Do'...
On my fingertips.
And to this day you say...
I was the one who requested that done?
And no one at the ceremony,
Witnessed any of this?
Even when their faces appear to me,
To be stunned.
Nor can the minister,
Who swears he heard me whisper,
'Please help me get out of this.'
Do you remember it?
When I was the first to admit,
I was afraid again to commit...
To a monogamous relationship?
And every night it seems,
I awaken from a nightmare screaming...
To the feeling of your eyes glaring.
There beside me ensuringly to convince,
I have had nothing but a bad dream!
No.
This can not be so.
All of it was and still is a nightmare.
Recurring one too many nights too often.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you're into architecture and you're from the West, everything is hors d'oeuvres for working to rebuild the Temple. Ultimately you're led there. You can't escape it.
quote by Ben Nicholson
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Often for hors d'oeuvres, I serve room temperature vegetables, something like that, so that the main course might be quite rich but the first course has balanced it out.
quote by Sally Schneider
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Unfortunately to The Credit of Their Misfortune
You were led wilfully to the gutter.
Now you complain there's no spring water,
To drink?
And your utilities aren't affordable?
And you admit your self worth,
AND the economy stinks?
As it's sinking?
Hey! ?
Don't stare at me!
I thought it was going to be as easy
As watching a Hollywood movie too!
One of those low budget 'shock and awe'
Extravaganzas!
But no...
The 'director' wanted to impress with this one!
This time it was decided to film this conflict,
On location with flair and pizzazz!
And it has been 'thee' most costliest productions EVER!
Unfortunately to the credit of their misfortune...
They can not blame this one on anyone of color!
You know how conveniently that has worked in the past?
Nominations?
Are you serious?
The folks behind this massive misguidance,
Should all be preparing to see a skilled plastic surgeon!
And an acceptable plan to introduce a new way of life,
That is sugar free and void of deceptions!
You talk about monumental?
Stay tuned for this rendition,
Of 'We Shall Overcome'.
Some folks are not going to adjust,
To the way the hors d'oeuvres will be served...
From now on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Hard Times Upon Their Shoulders Drop
A remedy that guarantees,
The laughing of those of others stop...
Is to pass along pictures of them doing so,
When hard times upon their shoulders drop.
And they are in the midst of discussing their failures,
While being served with those they had disrespected...
Waiting together patiently for a meal to eat,
In a collective food share line!
Time after time and again and again,
Some people have to be reminded...
What goes up will and can come down,
When one least expects their trun is next!
'Excuse me but...
I am not accustomed to leftovers.'
~Pretend they are hors d'oeuvres.
You are very photogenic.
Who knows...
Maybe one day you will be discovered to do a movie.
And all of 'this' will be reminisced on Oprah!
Grab a seat.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting One To Speak Fluent French
You can dress a monkey in a tuxedo
To mingle amongst key guests and their associates.
But getting one to speak fluent French at cocktail parties,
To impress those of social influence
Is almost impossible to negotiate
IF they are not asked to participate in selecting the menu
And choice of hors d'oeuvres served
They can be very tempermental when feeling imposed upon
To perform in atmospheres with too many pretentious people.
Gathering around to be entertained and 'Mais Oui-ed' for kicks
'My next impersonation?
Edith Piaf
La Vie en Rose
In the key of G-flat, please
AND
May I just say this
IF there is going to be any of that fluttering around
As I deliver Edith
I'm leaving
I want that understood
I can not be mesmerizing with all that other stuff competing.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CX: Ability
It’s not unable, it’s just not a favor
It’s not unable, it’s just reluctance
It’s not unable, it’s just not my style
It’s not unable, it’s just wrong
It’s not unable, it’s just no time
It’s not unable, it’s just out of place
It’s not unable, it’s just not consideration
It’s not unable, it’s just objection
It’s not unable, it’s just not effective
It’s not unable, it’s just stubbornness
It’s not unable, it’s just not important
It’s not unable, it’s just mercy
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Want
Everybody wants the truth
But everybody lies
Everybody wants some proof
But everybodys blind
So open up your eyes
I really dont know much of anything at all
But Ill admit were all the same
You ask forgiveness and you make the same mistakes
And Ill admit were all the same
I want to know
Do these words mean anything?
How can this life mean more than what it seems?
Everybody wants equality
But were all prejudice
Were all hypocrites
Everybody wants the world
But we have nothing
I really dont know much of anything at all
But Ill admit were all the same
You ask forgiveness and you make the same mistakes
And Ill admit were all the same
I want to know
Do these words mean anything?
How can this life mean more than what it seems?
song performed by by Face To Face
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Broadsided
Broadsided!
By a web of factors.
And we must 'bob and weave'...
Through the onslaught of what is thrown.
And a lot of it...
Is being thrown to hit.
Not miss.
Broadsided!
A complete revamping comes!
Some stunned will remain,
Stunned!
Unable to overcome,
The shock that continues to shake...
Many into mental breakdowns.
Broadsided by an economic slide.
A tide of complete change.
To rise and raise dramatically...
Mindsets into a higher consciousness!
Those 'fixed' to wishes of what was...
Will not find their best interests,
Remaining in stubbornness...
Served.
And no time for nostalgic reminiscing,
Will be heard in these swift winds.
A navigation process has started.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sautéed In Fiasco
Simmering and sautéed in fiasco,
This chef finds himself...
Blending a mix the patrons have nixed!
Overheated in a kitchen,
With a haste that loses taste.
And a flair that has been wasted,
On those baited to sip!
They split in droves...
And leave him this tip:
'This feast you prepared,
For us to eat...
Continues to sour
The air on the streets!
The menu was fabulous.
One we all thought we would like!
But you have shown you're a flapjack king...
With promises of pheasant to delight!
You offered us substance,
And we have waited too long for that!
Your skills are based on delusion...
Infusing hors d'oeuvres served in crap!
We can no longer wait for more,
We are sealing your doors...
With you entrapped!
Nothing you have done has pleased anyone.
We want our money back,
Before the others come...
And burn down your shack! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quickly Delivered
It's not polite to slam the door,
On the face of one who aggravates!
Invite them in...
And push them out the window instead!
Your point will be quickly delivered,
When they discover you serving hors d'oeuvres
To the attending ambulance crew!
Leaving everyone with a taste of your graciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If the Beginning Had Not Ended
If the beginning had not ended...
Would we find a need to be in discussion,
About addressing its start?
Again?
Or the unbalancing of nature...
Affecting the moss growing on trees.
And who authorized this meeting in the first place,
Without beverages or hors d'oeuvres?
I hope we are not expected to pay attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Serving Of More Hors d'oeuvres
The only thing that is not working for them,
Is the accusation that someone else...
Created their devastation.
And...
How could that be?
When...
No one was invited to feast with greed,
Or feed on deceit...
That did not meet to their approval.
And those the people have chosen to lead...
Are blamed for not providing to supply,
A serving of more hors d'oeuvres.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Denial
Denial
Denial
Denial
Isn't that it - denial?
But know that I love you
And know that it's true
And pure and soulful,
Just beautiful!
But
It's spilling over,
Spilling over,
Spilling over,
Spilling over into desire;
Desire to touch you,
Desire to hold you,
And that just wouldn't do!
Hence I fear
I fear for the purity,
I fear for the soulfulness;
So do I choose to
Live the lonesomeness
Of
Denying
Denying
Denying
Your eyes?
poem by Harriet James
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Tired Groove
I relate to your philosophies.
There is not need to rehash them.
Not with me.
I'd like to get beyond these acquisitions.
Renew our positions and sing new tunes.
With refreshed rhythms...
And adventures to meet and greet.
I relate to your philosophies.
We have been sharing them all our lives.
How many times do we have to identify,
The world is round.
Or another dissatisfaction with life we have found.
There is something about the unknown I appreciate.
That makes me more aware of who I am.
But to eat and regurgitate the same thing fed...
Does not expand my understanding.
Or qualifies me to make demands.
I relate to your philosophies.
But constantly repeating the same point of view...
Has become quite boring to me.
And I am surprised this stagnation,
Has not motivated you to improve...
Upon this tired groove you feed and approve.
If it puts me to sleep...
I know that drone brings a wink or two to you.
It has to!
Are you listening to me?
'I'm sorry...
Did you say something? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refuse To Be Muted
Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.
Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Do choose.
Decide to be better than that.
Do choose.
Unstrap from shackles that trap.
You are much more than that.
Put some heat under your feet...
Know your destiny is yours,
To meet and greet.
Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Know you're better than that!
Refused to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted.
Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
And, select your steps.
Reach and seek the best.
Do choose!
And refuse to be muted.
Confused and disputed,
To choose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is My Need
I admit,
Sometimes I do...
Feel not good enough.
But not because of you,
I sometimes do feel this way.
Unable to undo.
It is my need and want to do better,
For you.
And I admit this.
It is my need.
That I admit sometimes visits,
With this feeling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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