Under Pressures
Stuck under pressures...
I have learned,
I should...
Release.
And under pressures...
I have learned,
I must...
See ceased.
I finally realized,
I was my own...
Enemy.
I finally realized,
This was not meant to be!
Not for me.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
Off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
Stuck under pressures...
I have learned,
I should...
Release.
And under pressures...
I have learned,
I must...
See ceased.
I finally realized,
I was my own...
Enemy.
Those demons had to be freed.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
And under pressures...
I finally realized,
I was my own...
Enemy.
Those demons had to be freed.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
Off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
And off my back they've been dumped.
Right off my back they've been dumped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proxy Up Your Posse
Proxy up your posse,
I could care less what you say.
You've got a lot of moxie,
To stand in my way.
You've come to dump your junk,
To excite me to get grumpy.
But those you have corrupted...
Will soon end your luck.
Proxy up your posse,
And others you may choose.
But when your proxy posse finds out...
You'll be the fool.
Too much have I been interrupted,
By your corrupted stuff.
And it's that stuff you always make up...
I've had it!
And enough.
Go get your proxy,
To interrupt me...
With your corrupted stuff made up.
And with this posse that you get..
They'll tire of your stuff.
Proxy up your posse,
With corrupted foolish stuff...
And,
With your moxie fluffed up puffed...
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Proxy up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Posse up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Moxie up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Go ahead and Interrupt me,
But...
You'll be the one punk'd up.
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.
Take your corrupted stufff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.
Take your corrupted stuff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.
Proxy up your posse,
You've come fronting just to do me,
To leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Should I or shouldn't? ? ? ?
Should i or shouldn't
you're so much more than you can see
your making me smile everytime so stupidly
your ever singel response is bringing me closer.
I dont want to
i m afraid of being dumped again
i'll rather say stop! ! ! !
No more texting no more chatting
but why do i m stikk seeking for someone again,
what do i actually want? ? ? ? I dont know,
why m i waiting for someone's call again? ? ? ?
I dont want to,
i m afraid of being dumped again! ! ! !
Slowly when wind pass by,
i feel like its you
alwyas smile dear
thats the thing you said to me
i'll rather say stop! ! ! !
No more texting no more chatting
dont make me smile again
m afraid because, i know
someday, i have to cry again....
And i'll be back to the darkest corner....
But why are you making me smile again? ? ? ?
poem by Lyangmit Vungmoo
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Keeping An Agenda Makes A Difference
Hoping I'd awaken next to someone who had thrilled,
Is a heartache I had dumped.
Wishing for someone to come to undo all my ills,
Is a heartached I had dumped.
Keeping faith and praying I would find somebody real,
Is a heartache I had dumped.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Yes I believe...
Priorities kept in sight,
Eventually makes things turn out right...
If a patience isn't hit by a car,
Or struck by lightening.
Yes I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Hoping I'd awaken next to someone who had thrilled,
Is a heartache I had dumped.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Wishing for someone to come to undo all my ills,
Is a heartached I had dumped.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Keeping faith and praying I would find somebody real,
Is a heartache I had dumped.
Yes I believe...
Priorities kept in sight,
Eventually makes things turn out right...
If a patience isn't hit by a car,
Or struck by lightening.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
With eyes opened wide.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
With eyes opened wide.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
And I believe...
Keeping an agenda makes a difference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Or Without Mentioned Or Hidden Intentions
God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
People rather not mix religion and politics.
Or have discussions about sex...
Especially if it's on Sunday.
That's when a lot of people go to church,
To mingle with others to confess...
What is dumped from their dirty minds.
God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
Regardless of who's sins,
Broke man's rules and created laws.
Regardless who has blemishes,
Or hidden unadmitted flaws.
God knows it all...
If in God one claims their faith stays,
To believe.
God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
Why is it so many people pretend they don't?
When God already knows,
What creations of His...
Are or are not pure!
And nobody has that right,
To interpret who's side God is on...
As if God has not already decided,
Who's hiding what it is they do out of God's sight.
God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
With or without mentioned or hidden intentions,
Dumped from the dirtiest of minds of those who sin...
Or pretend they are better than those who openly do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Am I To Return a 'Tude
Quick am I to return a 'tude'.
I am not a good receiver,
Of moods dumped on me.
With expectations...
I should understand,
Someone's funky attitiude!
I don't.
I did not major in psychology.
Or empathy overflow...
To have my emotions abused.
Quick am I to return a 'tude'.
I am not a good receiver,
Of moods dumped on me.
With expectations...
I should understand,
Someone's funky attitude.
I have my own issues.
And a doing it alone to correct them.
Has helped me process my weaknesses.
And I don't accept anyone telling me...
'You are strong and more experienced.'
I may be both.
But...
I am not a collector of insecurities.
Nor am I one to understand,
A delivery of another's disrespect.
Shown to me or anyone else addressed.
A maturity I may express...
Was not to me hand delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcome To 'This' Side of 'Your' World
A variety kept of our consumptions,
Is being forced from us to be dumped.
The appeal to the eyes may remain to tease,
But people today can not afford their luxuries.
On any level.
Luxurious things to enhance an impressive lifestyle,
Should not be leased if one can't keep it.
Ownership does not matter,
If the mortgage due isn't paid.
Or those contacts we make with taxes.
And billed with fees attached,
For lack of quick payment.
Welcome to 'this' side of 'your' world.
A variety kept of our consumptions,
Is being forced from us to be dumped.
The appeal to the eyes may remain to tease,
But people today can not afford their luxuries.
On any level.
It is as if the stunning came,
Hitting one over the head with a shovel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I remember when…
I remember when Heather asked me out for you
I remember when I dumped my girlfriend for you because I was even then falling for you
I remember when I went over to your home to meet Grams and I felt like I was home
I remember when I kissed you for the first time my heart skipped a beat
I remember whenever we talked I would smile like a fool. And still do
I remember when I said that I loved you you said it back.
I remember all these things and more…
poem by Joe Johnson
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I came out the box and for seven years I had a huge career. And then it's done, it's dumped. But I ain't gone, and I refuse to be gone.
quote by Taylor Dayne
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Alankar(Decor) -89
Simply Couplets-2(uneven couplet)
Packed as if two elephants
Dumped in two suitcases
Checked the air port if weightless
The obese suitcases
The destination a beauty chilly
On reach bitten by a weather chilly
But cold is always better than a cold sweat
On return meeting back my maid servant
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Puking Into Gutters
Who are these folks?
The ones out of touch,
Who attract with the biggest mouths.
The ones who slid back from skid row...
Who suddenly find themselves with options,
They'd like to 'think' can be browsed.
More are standing on common ground.
Finding they share a rare clarity.
Bums with suits and ties...
Seen puking into gutters,
From their tower falls to the bottom.
Truth upon them has been realized.
Even those they labelled scum...
Refuse their wishes to be sodomized!
Who are these folks?
Drunken into stupors...
Sitting slumped in clumps,
And looking wasted and used.
Wishing to deaden their minds...
From crimes they once dined and wined.
Now they see themselves the chumps.
Punked out by their own...
And dumped!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh No No
I remembered what it would be like...
To be bumped and humped.
And then to be dumped...
With a heart that's lumped.
I remembered what it would be like...
To be bumped and humped.
And then to be dumped...
With a heart that's lumped.
I couldn't imagine...
This,
Would happen to me.
Oh no no.
A drunkard laying in the streets.
Forgetting where I left my keys.
Wobbling to stand on feet.
To drag and stagger.
A drunkard laying in the streets.
Forgetting where I left my keys.
Wobbling to stand on feet.
To drag and stagger.
I couldn't imagine...
This,
Would happen to me.
Oh no no.
I remembered what it would be like...
To be bumped and humped.
And then to be dumped...
With a heart that's lumped.
I remembered what it would be like...
To be bumped and humped.
And then to be dumped...
With a heart that's lumped.
A drunkard laying in the streets.
Forgetting where I left my keys.
Wobbling to stand on feet.
To drag and stagger.
I couldn't imagine...
This,
Would happen to me.
Oh no no.
Oh no no.
Oh no no.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trashes
Trashes
Their fate is not ended
After they are dumped and forgotten
Like everyone always thinks
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I kept my babies fed. I could have dumped them, but I didn't. I decided that whatever trip I was on, they were going with me. You're looking at a real daddy.
quote by Barry White
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I've always said I can't tell sometimes that people even have an album out until I see them nominated for a Grammy. I think country gets dumped on across the board by the Grammys.
quote by Toby Keith
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A boomerang
I threw a boomerang to hurt you
It returned to me and hurt me too
Now I want you in my life again
But now my efforts are all in vain
Now I repent what I did
Now I repent for my greed
I dumped you like old garbage
Now I want back those old days
You could fill my life with joy
But I was not a good boy
I trapped you to fall in love
I made your path rough and tough
Now I make out how you felt
Now love makes my hard heart melt
poem by Asif Andalib
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Five Get Over Excited
Fun, fun, fun (jeremy)
Me, me, me (fifi)
Take, take, take (jeremy)
Fun, fun, fun
James dean posters on their wall
{five killed in a car-crash}
What a sad little end to it all
{five killed in a car-crash}
Last seen having lots of fun
{five dumped in a river}
Barefoot and on the run
{five dumped in a river}
I am mad from scandinavia
I want a guy in the london area
He must be crazy and sagitarius
cause Im leo and Im hilarious
Fun, fun, fun (jeremy)
Me, me, me (fifi)
Take, take, take (jeremy)
Fun, fun, fun
Last seen drinking daddys own beer
{five poisoned over dinner}
Singing abbas mamma mia
{five poisened over dinner}
Drop dead watching thunderbirds fly
{five get over excited}
Poster on their wall says why?
{five get over excited}
I am guy from camden town
My hair is curly but I gel it down
My clothes are black buyt my bread is brown
Im really into early motown
Fun, fun, fun (jeremy)
Me, me, me (fifi)
Take, take, take (jeremy)
Fun, fun, fun
Feigning concern, a conservative pastime
Makes you feel doubtful right from the start
The expression she pulls is exactlly like last time
Youve got to conclude she just hasnt a heart
song performed by by Housemartins
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Dumped
I used to work in a large general store.
My eyes were certainly opened by what I saw.
The way some people behave is so frustrating.
Their lack of care is the thing that I'm really hating.
Empty packages were left on the shelf:
Their contents stolen using a lot of stealth.
You wouldn't believe the things which people steal.
I used to find rotten apple cores and pieces of peel.
Half eaten pasties, still warm from a shop.
Half drunk plastic bottles of fizzy cola pop.
Still in their cartons, discarded burgers and chips
And cups of coffee abandoned after only a few sips.
Sticky sweets which stuck to your shoe:
Sucked, then spat out, as children do.
Soggy, half eaten biscuits which children had chewed,
Always in areas where there shouldn't even be food.
Chilled products were often left out in the heat.
Sandwiches, yoghurts, pies, cheese and meat.
Banana skins on the floor, may seem like a joke,
But you'd soon disagree, if it was your leg you broke.
Just general things dumped, not in their rightful place,
As the short walk back was obviously too much to face!
Glass vases on the floor, smashed to tiny smithereens,
Were not the only things damaged or broken by any means.
Paint and varnish were often knocked on the floor,
But without a word, the culprit would head for the door.
I wondered if people behaved like this in their homes.
If I left stuff dumped in their house, they'd soon moan!
Many of us weren't brought up this way,
But it's a sad reflection of society today.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Fights can be dumped in a dozen ways. Sometimes everybody but the fighter knows. Sometimes only the fighter knows.
quote by Budd Schulberg
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The Ultimate Teenage Love Poem
How dare you dump me just like that...?
before I'd even considered dumping you...
if I'd know you were the dumping kind
i'd've dumped you first.
BUT **** IT HURTS
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I went out with this boy on the proviso that he didn't tell anybody we were together. The idiot didn't keep his mouth shut. I dumped him. I never went out with a boy from school again.
quote by Rachel Hunter
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