Under Their Conniving Noses
I have been the me,
I have been blessed to have been.
I didn't have to go anywhere to pretend.
And where I've been I did my 'thing'.
With the discouraging of words heard...
That where I am,
A nothing I will be!
Well...
That 'nothingness' I have become,
Seems to others to have stunned.
And the ones,
Who have become shocked...
Are those very people critiquing my efforts,
Nonstop!
But there are others around the world,
Who have for years disagreed...
With those locally making assessments,
Of who I am and can not possibly have achieved...
Under their conniving noses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proving Themselves To Be Exceptional
For those proving themselves to be exceptional,
At what it is they do...
Someone critiquing with envy is near by.
With the familiar comments made,
Heard coming from the mouths of those...
Who are exceptional at wasting time.
The ones whose efforts are perfected with discipline,
Will always be despised by those who have none.
And they are usually the ones showing their expertise,
In the feeding of self centeredness...
Fed to an unlimited greed.
Gorging their faces and sipping on diet drinks.
For those proving themselves to be exceptional,
At what it is they do...
Someone critiquing with envy is near by,
While licking their fingers.
And attempting in conversation to convince others,
If they had the time they could do what others do too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is discouraging how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
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If you give people nothingness, they can ponder what can be achieved from that nothingness.
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The Late Train To Heaven
I was talking to John
he was dressed all in black
He was learning, he said
to never look back
Bells in his ears
he turned and disappeared
But I've known him for years
where'd he go?
A head full of snow
on the late train to heaven
Augustus my friend
dressed in velvet and scarf
He's purging himself
he's refusing to laugh
Pale as the moon
his words fill the room
He'll be travelling soon
where's he bound?
Higher ground
on the late train to heaven
I whispered to you now
but I didn't mean a word
It was just a small madness
pretend you never heard
Pretend you're here with Larry
pretend you're here with Lee
Pretend you're with anyone but me
I didn't come with you, I'm gone
And my seat's waiting on
the late train
Forever on the late
the late train
I'm ready for the late
the late train to heaven
On the late train to heaven
song performed by by Waterboys
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The Late Train To Heaven
I was talking to John
he was dressed all in black
He was learning, he said
to never look back
Bells in his ears
he turned and disappeared
But I've known him for years
where'd he go?
A head full of snow
on the late train to heaven
Augustus my friend
dressed in velvet and scarf
He's purging himself
he's refusing to laugh
Pale as the moon
his words fill the room
He'll be travelling soon
where's he bound?
Higher ground
on the late train to heaven
I whispered to you now
but I didn't mean a word
It was just a small madness
pretend you never heard
Pretend you're here with Larry
pretend you're here with Lee
Pretend you're with anyone but me
I didn't come with you, I'm gone
And my seat's waiting on
the late train
Forever on the late
the late train
I'm ready for the late
the late train to heaven
On the late train to heaven
song performed by by Waterboys
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Overnight They Want The 'Info
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
Isn't that always the case?
Someone labors years alone,
Dedicated and toiling through heartaches.
Applies devotion when jokes are thrown.
Then 'suddenly' the one that is mocked,
Establishes a name...
And becomes well known.
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
Isn't that always the case?
People will sit back and procrastinate.
Exaggerating what it is they 'wish' to do.
But doing 'nothing' on a daily basis...
Yet spend time critiquing with attitude.
Then time slips from them through their hands,
And when this is realized...
They then want to take a stand.
Wishing from someone,
To show them how things are done.
But absent of patience to listen to anyone!
Overnight they want the 'secret',
From one they have seen has achieved.
Overnight they want the 'info'...
As if what has been done,
Will make it easy for them to succeed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open And On Exhibit
The obtaining of success,
Has always been made to look too easy.
Especially by those,
Assessing others right under their noses.
And having no clue what they do to get done.
Or what it has taken for them to get the attention.
And without soliciting to get any from them at all.
'I didn't know that about you? '
~You didn't?
I thought everything I did was open and on exhibit? ~
'Me too.
That goes to show,
We don't know people like we think we do.'
~No.
That goes to show...
Gossip you listen to has nothing to do with truth.~
To hear them say with expressions made,
How lucky someone is...
To get something finally achieved.
When that achievement accomplished,
Had always been there without their awareness.
And in a place they least likely to suspect,
With a doing right in front of their faces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the Top to the Bottom
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who chose to stop...
Actions they believe were made,
By those who went against the grade.
No matter if that grade,
Had been all about 'shade'.
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who were just rotten.
With nothing on their minds,
But themselves all the time.
And believing they had power...
To stop tick tocking from a hanging clock.
From the top to the bottom,
There were gobblers who loved robbing...
Anything they thought had meaning,
And to smear it with their scheming.
With no scruples in their 'noggin'.
And sipping on mischief like it was eggnog.
From the top to the bottom,
There were crooks and there were snobs...
With their noses in the air!
But no empathy is shown to come,
From anywhere.
Now find their lives blocked,
And going no where.
From the top to the bottom,
They are slipping off roofs...
Into muddy ruts.
With no boots or shoes,
And on their butts out of luck...
Singing the blues!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Now the bottom's got 'em shocked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ultimately To Digest
Look not do I,
To you to give me 'props'.
Or acceptance of status...
To swell an ego,
You believe I've got!
Whatever it is I have achieved,
It is a love for what I do...
And so far that has not stopped.
With a thankful gratefulness for my blessings...
I have already screamed from rooftops.
And believe this or not...
Impressing anyone,
Was the furthest thing from my head.
Since those obstacles I've had to confront...
I alone had to conquer first instead.
So,
Look not to you I do...
To stop to bestow upon me 'props'.
I am motivated by my own intiative.
And to continue to do that...
Leaves me the first to say I am shocked!
I have been no stranger,
To what I have lived to see.
With a craving tasted daily to eat!
Ultimately to digest with nonstop observation.
And to do this with doubt sometimes hanging about...
Has helped me to comprehend,
The definition of amazement.
Since I do remember the attachment of its beginning.
'What are you doing in there, boy?
You better not be writing on those walls.'
Well,
Uh...
Okay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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FIFA's goal of making the world a better place through football cannot be achieved through our efforts alone - equally important is the power which every fan of the beautiful game has at their disposal.
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Forever Friend
For Mike Bird
1943 - 2005
My forever friend.
I never though I’d have to say
The words I did over you
As they lowered you slowly into the ground
But there was one else
To say them, only me.
We’d been friends
For over forty years
At times we were almost brothers
Many happy Christmases you spent with my wife and me.
You became part of our extended family
You were an only child
and when your parents passed away
We befriended each other
During troubles and hardships
Through the years that came our way
Our friendship was strong
Even when for some reason or another
We didn’t see each other for a while
We never argued or raised our voices
Whenever we disagreed
Which I recall, wasn’t often
I remember you only getting heated
When some publisher rejected me
Saying “The fools, can’t they see.”
They were my failures, but you took them to heart.
Whenever you succeeded
I was first to congratulate you
I am so proud to have had you as my friend
Words can’t express the sorrow that I felt
When they said you had gone
I wanted to be on my own
Go somewhere and cry
Unfortunately responsibilities made me pass that by
Your cousins all the time you were alive
They stayed away from you
Didn’t even want you in their homes
Then they heard you were dying
Out of the wood work they came
To see what they could get
Oh, what a shame
They never knew
You didn’t have a penny to your name
He wasn’t religious they proclaimed
So no priest was sought
We gathered in the chapel
Only seven people came
Someone read a eulogy
But they didn’t know the real you
And that was that
I was asked to say a few words
As they lowered your coffin into the ground
With a lump in my throat, eyes full of tears
In a voice choked and low
I asked God to look after and protect
Your immortal soul
I held your wake at my house
Where you had spent so many happy times
I talked about you to your cousins
And they found out more about you
Than they ever knew
When they left and I was alone with my thoughts
I said a silent prayer for you
You my forever friend
26-27 Jan 2007
poem by David Harris
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Home On The Range
Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Oh often at night, when the heavens are bright
From the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
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Faint Of Heart
I wish you could have read
The Letters that I didn’t write
Would’ve liked for you to have heard
Words I didn’t say
I wish you could have felt the touch
Of hands that didn’t reach out at night
Would’ve liked to know
What you didn’t feel…
When you didn’t hear the words…
Words I didn’t say…words I couldn’t write
poem by David Whalen
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Whore! ! !
Whore! ! !
Man meets woman she was working the night
Man falls in love boy she had him in her sight
Man says the Thunderbolt struck, she uses it to take all his might
Whore! ! !
Man makes so many mistakes including divorcing his wife
Man gives woman EVERYTHING his body, his soul, his life
Man leaves all that he knows behind in just two weeks with the woman, only now he feels the knife
Whore! ! !
Man provides and protects the woman taking all her cares away
Man completely changes his life thinking that God blessed him that day
Man shuts out all his friends to make more time only for her, all he wants is for her to stay
Whore! ! !
Man is stunned and shocked when the woman won't defend
Man knows this is the issue and he will no longer pretend
Man sees the woman for who she really was and knows he cannot mend
Whore! ! !
Man is torn, twisted like a knife in his throat and he can't breathe
Man knows woman has done this before but yet he still doesn't want her to leave
Man begs, pleads, bears his soul, loves her with every fiber of his being and still will believe
Whore! ! !
Man learns even more about the woman and cannot believe what he hears
Man is told woman just did it with another poor sap, now he realizes his fears
Man knows now there's no honesty or loyalty with the woman, says no more years
Whore! ! !
Man thinks this whole love thing is just a bunch of bunk
Man now knows this woman was and is a Whore! , but he's strong and refuses to be in a funk
Man is done with the Whore! , and all the girls are back on me, yeah they love doing the dunk
Motives To Create Descension
There are those who have motives,
To create descension.
And find a way by slithering in,
To infect the ones unconscious...
Of their evil intentions believed innocent.
With a portraying of themselves as victims.
Ones who are confused and abused by others.
'I have no idea why I should be treated as such.
I've done absolutely nothing at all.
And I am baffled by this too!
Many know I 'show' love too much.'
There are those who have motives,
To upset that which is correct.
And then with their best masquerading done,
Pretend when discovered...
Of not knowing of their deceit.
To eventually destroy the efforts of those weak.
Who can not accept and believe how they've been used.
~I didn't believe they could be that way.~
Well...
Now you know.
~I didn't believe me they would betray.~
Well...
Now you know.
~It is too late for you and I to start,
Trusting each other from deep inside our hearts? ~
I doubt it.
If you didn't know me for who I am from the beginning...
What makes you think,
Your awakening for me is going to be a life changer?
You are the one who has been tricked.
I am not that kind of a fool.
~I didn't believe they could be that way.~
Well...
Now you know.
~I didn't believe me they would betray.~
Well...
Now you know,
Just how far others will go...
To pretend to be what they are not.
And a...
No offense.
But you're in my space.
Please get out of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Worry About a Thing, I'll Handle That!
I've been around a few Summers.
And I know where the Buffalo roam.
Where the Deer and the Anteloupe play.
And those discouraging words I've heard.
More than seldom.
And at one time...
I heard them all day.
Spiced with a variety of insults.
And when someone says to me,
'I've got your back.
Don't worry about a thing,
I'll handle that! '
My concern radar goes on full alert!
You know how you can tell,
A blood hound has his/her target in sight?
Not a muscle moves.
I'm not accustomed to folks being that overt.
Not when it comes to my wellbeing.
This is a statement of fact.
Call it a conditional acknowledgement.
Not a complaint.
So,
Please don't get this confused...
With one speaking the truth,
And another being delusional.
There is a difference.
My eyebrow raises before my lips part!
And whatever comes out of my mouth,
Is intended to offend.
With no apologies extended.
Like I said...
I've been around a few Summers.
And I know where the Buffalo roam.
Where the Deer and the Anteloupe play.
And discouraging words I've heard.
More than seldom.
And at one time,
I heard them all day.
Spiced with a variety of insults.
And,
They were not sung by a cowboy!
Strumming a guitar by a campfire,
On the prairie.
And when someone says to me,
'I've got your back.
Don't worry about a thing,
I'll handle that! '
My concern radar is on full alert!
A 'fool' I can do.
But being a jerk at my own expense?
Today?
With all the deception and devilment going on?
I don't choose to prove that kind of ignorance.
There are more Autumns, Winters and Springs,
I'd like to experience without submitting myself...
To complete stupidity.
Not consciously, anyway!
Or for a few tease dollars.
But,
If that's going to be use to motivate...
I may reconsider.
Like I said...
A fool I can do.
Depending on what price is paid.
SURE!
I've got your back.
Don't worry about a thing,
I'll handle that!
~I see!
You will 'always' be a capitalist.~
I see!
You will 'always' have your mouth open,
In times when it should be shut!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Sparta
He didn't know, King Kleomenis, he didn't dare—
he just did not know how to tell his mother
a thing like this: that Ptolemy demanded,
to guarantee their treaty, that she too go to Egypt
and be held there as a hostage—
a very humiliating, indecorous thing.
And he would be about to speak yet always hesitate,
would start to tell her yet always stop.
But the magnificent woman understood him
(she had already heard some rumors about it)
and she encouraged him to come out with it clearly.
And she laughed, saying of course she would go,
indeed was happy that in her old age
she could be useful to Sparta still.
As for the humiliation—that didn't touch her at all.
Of course an upstart like the Lagid
couldn't possibly comprehend the Spartan spirit;
so his demand could not in fact humiliate
a Royal Lady like herself:
mother of a Spartan king.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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What made you see your father becoming part of me?
I have never being drunk,
is one of those men
that can drink beer, cider
and whiskey
while the legs of others fold
and still hold my own
comprehensibly
without changing my personality.
In the operating theatre I have
to get a second shot
to make me go unconscious
to give the doctors
a chance to do their work.
What made you see
your father becoming part of me,
what made you doubt
my integrity?
Was it in my poetry
that you found similar words appear
as the lines that he wrote?
Was it because I didn’t cry
when our relations came to an end
and was too shocked and stunned
or my believe that life goes on,
and that you are not the only one
in this great big world,
or talking privately in a different room
on my phone on my birthday
when you came to visit me,
or were you just made that way
never really to trust,
always to check up
even if it is to invade
the privacy of some one else?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Every night we all felt grateful to be there, stunned at the amount of people that are there, and stunned at their reactions. They go crazy; they know every lyric from eight years of age to eighty. It's unbelievable.
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