Unlimited Treasure Trove
If I had been obvious...
You'd be deplete of imagination.
At the lost of benefit,
And at your expense!
However...
In your uncleverness,
It is you...
Not me,
That provides me a motivation!
No matter how ridiculous you expound upon it.
Offering an unlimited treasure trove,
Of refuted nonsense...
Proven!
And I have turned that into a career.
I would thank you!
But you might interpret my comments,
As being cynical.
When I am actually wanting to be sarcastic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Dreaming Of A Cynical Christmas
I'm dreaming of a cynical christmas,
Just like the ones we used to know,
Where us sarcastic blighters,
And RAF fighters,
Could deliver witty statements on the go.
I'm dreaming of a cynical christmas,
Just like the ones we used to know,
Where we take the mickey,
When the situations stickey,
And end up thrown out in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a cynical christmas,
Just like the ones we used to know,
We can laugh at him 'til he dies,
Chokes to death of one of our mincepies,
And our happiness never be low!
poem by Nick Hilton
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When It Needs To Be Turned Off
I would never be convinced,
You could ever be on my side.
Your lips are quick,
To deliver cynical and sarcastic quips.
With statements made that you are not serious.
And I too have a sense of humor.
But I know when it needs to be turned off.
Like you do me on several occasions
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivation
Love isn’t any motivation
Wealth isn’t any motivation
Health isn’t any motivation
Create not more confusion
Inspiration and motivation is a pair
Imagination follows and is near
Near enough to make you desire
Near enough to make you crave instead of tire
Like the nutrients that enhance the growth of a plant
Motivation is the force from your self within
The invisible voice urging you to win
Motivation is when you make it routine
To implement actions to show you are keen
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Benefit Of This Is Missed
It's better with a bit of innocence.
Better with a benefit of it,
Yes.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
Better with a benefit of it,
And...
So much exposed has people sick.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
And wish they do for peace and quietness.
It's better with a benefit of it!
Yes.
So many are lost for many reasons.
And destroyed by the cost of losing innocence.
Many wish for a taste of more sweetened seasons.
Wanting to reminisce,
A beneift missed.
People wish to unlock their doors to explore.
Remembering when there was an innocence of this.
Many are seeking a life to live adored.
Knowing how beneficial and wanting this more.
So many are lost for many reasons.
And destroyed by the cost of losing innocence.
Many wish for a taste of more sweetened seasons.
Wanting to reminisce,
A beneift missed.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
Better with a benefit of it,
Yes.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
Better with a benefit of it,
And...
So much exposed has people sick.
It's better with a bit of innocence.
And wish they do for peace and quietness.
It's better with a benefit of it!
Yes.
And the benefit of this is missed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Eventually Pays For This?
If it was that simple...
Why the need,
For a depth of explanation?
Or one's lost of breath,
To add sensation?
Who eventually pays for this?
And at whose expense,
Are minds finding this time to waste.
'We'll exclude yours as moments of waste!
Since whatever it is results in your deduced reasoning process.
And has attracted your 'pro-rated' analysis.
So at least something of an exchange has been to your benefit! '
Thank you.
I am 'almost' impressed.
But I am not here to review my clarity!
'Then why bother?
It is obvious your needs,
Have been identified.
And are not here to be pleased! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pretending To Be Concerned
I use to be accused of making,
Some of the most outrageous comments.
With a cynical and sarcastic flair.
But today my statements are not as offensive,
As I would like others to perceive them to be.
No!
It seems my 'detected' embitterness,
Now is expressed openly by many.
Am I angered by this?
YES!
When I was thought to be a misfit maverick,
With nationalistic motives...
That allowed me to flaunt a daring to be different.
Today?
Everybody wants to be deemed as a disgruntled citizen.
And loudly voicing their disgust.
It seems as if when I did this,
I was quickly abandoned...
By those who chose to defend their pretentions.
And now...
They are pretending to be concerned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under A Sky So Blue
This cynical town will never die
Something lost can’t be saved
Doesn’t matter the tears you cry
Can’t stop this way that’s been paved
I find it strange nothing new
Never knew it was a danger
Under a sky so blue
Never feared that stranger
What’s the point if it’s lost?
Something we want to hide
Who cares at what cost
As long as by the laws we abide
Don’t tell me to leave it be
Its wrong never been so right
Why, why won’t you see!
Where is that kind light?
Listen to their cries
So desperate needing a hero
Blinded by their simple lies
All their lives adding up to zero
But no this cynical town will never die
Something lost can’t be saved
Doesn’t matter the tears you cry
Can’t stop this way that’s been paved
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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There's always the motivation of wanting to win. Everybody has that. But a champion needs, in his attitude, a motivation above and beyond winning.
WE Would Have Never Been In This Predicament
What do we do 'now'?
'We' who? '
You and me?
'Oh...
So NOW we are a WE?
I think you made it clear,
You were in the majority.
And I followed your lead.
But guess what?
I have never paid you any attention.
And all that stuff you said about me...
To have my wants and dreams,
As the lesser of 'your' necessities?
Is this a joke you wish to provoke?
At my expense and empathy?
There is no 'We'.
THIS has always been about you.
And YOUR activities has made that proven.
With your ethnic insinuations.
And your mandated philosophies!
THIS...
Is about YOU.
If it was a 'We'...
WE would have never been in this predicament,
As an 'US'!
Not you and I...
As 'in' an US!
You must want me to cuss?
These comments spoken to you,
You can count on and trust! ?
US?
WE?
YOU and ME?
Please!
You've had me too long on my knees! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cynical Baby Downtown
'Soothing voices are announcing,
cynical baby downtown,
another suppression of hope,
a day of compulsory dancing,
cynical baby downtown,
and subliminal sex, guns and dope.
The mistress of rude assumptions,
cynical baby downtown,
is trying to give us a clue,
displaying the bodily functions,
cynical baby downtown,
of what I might mean to you.
Old men are showing photographs,
cynical baby downtown,
of some of the targets we hit;
I guess the animal that laughs,
cynical baby downtown,
has had a testosterone fit.
And the party went ballistic,
cynical baby downtown,
but no one was to blame;
it was your explosive lipstick,
cynical baby downtown,
that had just spoken my name.'
poem by Nancy Ames
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Clean Paws
These days call for sarcastic measures.
'You mean 'drastic' measures! '
No...
Those days have passed.
If drastic measures had been taken,
When first warned foundations were shaking...
Sarcastic comments about blind leadership,
That should be leashed by seeing eye dogs...
Would not be made to flowingly cascade.
To parade in mud like they do today!
IF those blinded by the power of 'dirt'...
Had apologized for not having clean paws.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I said to most of the people who auditioned, 'Good job, awesome, well done,' it would have made me actually look and feel ridiculous. It's quite obvious most of the people who turned up for this audition were hopeless.
quote by Simon Cowell
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Aren't You All Neighbors?
If I consume more than my neighbor,
And squander my feeding at their expense...
To then expect for them to remain silent,
As they pay more for the construction of my fence.
Or the fixing of cracks on pavements I travel,
Without my offering a single cent.
Why should I be disturbed by their nonsense?
Yet I am the first to advocate the raising of rents,
To keep certain 'elements' away from me and distanced.
Should I get upset the request I pay higher taxes,
On my property that has been re-assessed?
Since I am more accustomed to live high on the hog,
While others around me find it difficult to live on less?
'But...
Aren't you all neighbors?
And aren't you all sharing the same amenities offered? '
I am a conservative.
I am not one of those 'liberals' seeking a hand-out.
I am entitled to be served.
'But...
Aren't you all neighbors?
And aren't you all sharing the same amenities offered? '
I am a conservative.
I am not one of those 'liberals' seeking a hand-out.
I am entitled to be served.
If I consume more than my neighbor,
And squander my feeding at their expense...
To then expect for them to remain silent,
As they pay more for the construction of my fence.
Why should I be disturbed by their nonsense?
'But...
Aren't you all neighbors? '
Why should I be disturbed by their nonsense?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exposed
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
What is there left about them,
That can be admired?
Their selfishness described has been exposed.
What is there left about them,
Is aspiring with a wish to achieve?
Their status to show themselves,
Willing to allow to see others suffer and bleed?
With an obvious uncaring done,
Their recent tactics shown to everyone...
Has lost them much respect.
With a designation of them as a people,
Deserving of their lowlife status.
No matter how much class,
They can squeeze from a plastic existence.
They will choose to be ruthless in any situation.
And this has proven to be a testimony of their reality.
Opened to review as it is since it is no longer concealed.
These folks are petty thieves in leadership positions.
These folks are thieves and that has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into a Restricted Ditch
I have not one concern,
About you misunderstanding me.
Or a perceive motivation...
You wish from your own mindset to believe.
And 'twist' until it is received to please you,
With benefit.
When you are done with your focus on me,
With any collected attempts to direct animosity!
Know this...
My intentions are to assist in opening your mind.
Not to wish it to stay unclosed!
Unused or under exposed.
And you and influenced others...
Have marched yourselves,
Into a restricted ditch!
Know this,
And I am certain one day you will.
I have not one concern,
About you misunderstanding me.
Or a perceive motivation...
You wish from your own mindset to believe.
And 'twist' until it is received to please you,
With benefit.
There are few options,
Where you are headed!
How do I know?
It was painful to crawl away,
From addicting delusions easily teased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaders Of The Neighborhood
Why didn't they move on?
Accept reality for what it is.
Instead of paying ridiculous amounts of money,
To have their own homes torn down?
'Someone came around a few years ago,
With a plan to convince them...
If they threatened to do this,
The people would get the hint...
And beg them to stay.
To do whatever they wished in the neighborhood.'
Well...
Hopefully they have learned a lesson.
'Apparently not from what is being observed.
Because those very same people,
Have organized themselves.
To protest the others...
Until they are welcomed back.'
That is nonsense.
It is obvious the people,
Were delighted they did that.
'Nonsense?
That's crazy!
Now they are petitioning the local government,
And have begun an advertising campaign...
To enforce the people into believing,
Without their influence as leaders...
The entire neighborhood,
Would be a place no one would desire to live.'
It is amazing what people will do,
To inflict their delusions on others.
'I'm glad you said that.
But today?
Many more are seeing,
Who has been initiating the conflicts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unlimited Capacity For Love
The ends not in sight, its gone way too far,
This could turn our another unwinning war,
It wasnt inherited, certainly not a joke,
So many human hearts, hanging in hope,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Unlimited capacity for love.
And now I must add another to love in my life,
Its one thing to say, to do is another,
If Im capable of adapting without pressured expense,
In a schizoid society in a classic moral sense,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Umlimited capacity for love.
How young I am now, stop counting the weeks,
Were safe from the vois, where theyre still counting sheep,
Put the phone to the floor, youll hear my heart beat,
Some people get married, but Ill never chat,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Unlimited capacity for love.
The ends not in sight, its gone way too far,
This could turn our another unwinning war,
It wasnt inherited, certainly not a joke,
So many human hearts, hanging in hope,
Unlimited capacity for love. (repeat, fade)
song performed by by Grace Jones
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I think I've finally proven something to people who were cynical about me. Because they were cruel.
quote by Nancy Sinatra
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With Angst And Cynical Rhetoric
Why are your commentaries,
So filled with angst and cynical rhetoric?
'I like the way you put that!
If my concerns were printed,
To exclude all delusions...
I would be considered socially unfit.
And with the use of censorship...
You would not be exposed to any of it.
That is why I have chosen,
To edit my own comments.
Ensuring my angst felt with cynical rhetoric,
Would leave you to read between the lines.
To find your own reason,
To mutilate and redefine...
A more intellectual way to express your anger.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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