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Use To Scuttlebutt

Any time spent evaluating is beneficial.
And taking life for granted,
Is ultimately what one discovers...
During this process.

Time is not on hold and waiting for no one.
Or is it clipping fingernails to improve the look,
Of its hands!
They move forward,
That's it!

Many sit and wish their lives were different,
Than the ones they lived yesterday.
When they were sitting wishing their lives,
Were different than they were...
When those yesterdays came to then go away.

The problem with most people...
Being real with themselves!
And detest others who are!

Listen to those who complain closely.
It is either someone or something done...
That comes between them,
And what it is they wish to do.
Rarely is it that those who make attempts,
Have the time to whine or dine to then say to another...
'I know I shouldn't have done that!
I can't afford to gain one more pound.'

People lie to themselves.
And listening to those who complain closely...
They will excuse what they do to repeat what they've done.
And protest about it when they are denied.
To then get upset,
When someone chooses to walk away from them...
And the nonsense they have prioritized,
To use to scuttlebutt!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here To Leave Their Garbage

I don't allow myself or my time to be played with.
What would be the point to lay back and waste it?
Or complain about others,
Taking their lives too seriously?
Isn't that the purpose?

Neither the time or the experience to live it,
To do 'something' beneficial...
Was not meant to whine and dine,
With a trashing done to take for granted.
Is that the reason why we all are here?

I would think we would want to do our best,
With an appreciation expressed somehow.
However...
Many believe they are here to leave their garbage,
For someone else to clean up behind them.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nod, Stare and Sit...That's It

When people are wrapped up in themselves,
Listen to their conversations.
And the subject given most attention!

One need not listen too closely to realized...
The topic for today is,
Them!
As it was yesterday and will be next week!
One only needs to imagine this.

Usually they are in constant pain.
Seeking to rid themselves of it.
Or speaking of material wishes to gain.
And when they have finished talking about themselves...
They have an urgency to quickly leave.

'Next stop, please.'

After...
Of course,
They finalize their 'visit'.
By stating how disgusting others are.

'Excuse me.
Can't you see I am trying to get off?
You people have no respect at all! '

You people! Ha...
Those are the ones who refuse,
To give them the time of day!
I wouldn't either...
If I wasn't sitting trapped on a bus.
And pretending to be a deaf mute,
Nodding in agreement...
When people like that begin to move their lips.
I nod, stare and sit...that's it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Complain

We complain
When in other countries people are in pain
We complain
And on the other side, conditions are inhumane
We complain
Many people want to ascertain

I don't eat cheese
While in other countries people die of disease
I don't want to clean my room
While many people starve just wanting food to consume
My mom just gave me 50 dollars and thats not enough
In different places people can't even pay for rent; life is tough

We complain
Many people, their life they can't sustain
Parents their kids they can't maintain
On Christmas people can't even buy a candy cane
People feeling like they're drowning in acid rain
And we complain

People out there who can't even afford to watch an ad campaign
People hiding on the streets because of shame
Because themselves are the ones to blame
Many things they detain
People out there who wish they were slain
People who wear the same clothes with the same little stain

People sleeping out in the rain
People who have given up and just start to cut their vein
When some people work and get their paycheck, they feel nothing they gain
Without insurance they gotta be careful because there's nothing they can sprain
Many people like in Africa have nothing to eat, not even a little grain...
And we complain

poem by Bianca Edwards
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In The Time Of Our Lives

Listen to the clock beat as it ticks out time away,
And listen to the birds laughter as they live for today,
And listen to the heart beat as it beats our lives away.
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
How you doing people that passed on yesterday?
Did you meet with justice on your judgement day?
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
Yes, to us,
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real!

song performed by by Iron Butterfly
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The Time Of Our Lives

Listen to the clock beat as it ticks out time away,
And listen to the birds laughter as they live for today,
And listen to the heart beat as it beats our lives away.
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
How you doing people that passed on yesterday?
Did you meet with justice on your judgement day?
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
Yes, to us,
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real!

song performed by by Iron Butterfly
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Jealous Admiration

People clamor for truth and honesty,
Love and committment...
Loyality and devotion!
And when it is served,
With a realization their participation is required...
They turn their backs,
Claiming it is too tough to chew!
Each time a choice selection is tasted...
They become upset with the presentation,
Returning what has been ordered
To their specifications...
Time and time again!
They do not comprehend...
The more difficult they are with their desires,
Wishing to be pleased.
The less anyone is willing to care,
Whether that is done or not!
Eventually they are just left alone,
To complain about what is not right with the world,
And the lives of others they secretly despise
With jealous admiration!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time

When I considered how my life is spent
They cry but I know that everything is heaven sent
But why do people lie when all they want is truth at their tables
The sky is looking very blue today
Its so fine Id agree with every word you say
About it it must be said it doesnt mean much at all
Time you make changes
Time youll add ages
Time is walking with you by your side
Theres no reason that we should complain
In the night everybody looks the same
Its so sad but we dont seem to be going forward at all
(time)
(time)
Time
Time you make changes
Time youll add ages
Time is walking with you by your side
Time you make changes
Time youll add ages
Time is walking with you by your side
(come on time)
Time you make changes
Time youll add ages
Time is walking with you by your side
Time gentlemen please
Time
Time

song performed by by Madness
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Counting Dollars Clocked For My Efforts

I've heard it said,
But not as often these days.
How I had it made.
And others 'have' to work.
Although today,
There is an economic crisis.
And many passing their judgements,
Are not so free to critique.
With a shutting done of their lips.

And I use to let these comments upset.
But I stopped recently to think to myself...
They could not be referring to me.
Because I've been working all my life.
Doing things that I like.
And not having the benefit to call in sick.

None of which,
Affords me the time to sit doing nothing.
Or to complain to anyone,
About getting no pay!
As they...
Those in positions to complain AND get paid,
Take money and run on their pay day.
With the doing of one thing most of their lives.
And have the time to mind someone else's business!

Well...
With many today hoping those pink slips given,
From them look the other way!

And if I wished to have a position like that,
I wouldn't be spending sleepless nights...
Toiling as I do something I like.
I'd be spending time entertaining myself.
Or find the time to dine.
Ruining my diet with an unnecessary appetite.
Sitting to gossip about someone's life.

And here I am after many years...
Without the benefit,
Of lunch breaks and two weeks of paid vacations.
While doing fourty five minutes of daily labor!
To then say how easy someone else has it!

Don't we all make choices?
I can't be the only one who remembers this!

So fortunate I am to count my blessings.
Even though there has been times I wished,
I was counting dollars clocked for my efforts.
I'd have a condo on Jupiter by now!
But...
God has my back.
And so grateful I am for that!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The First Time You Denied My Touch

The first time you denied my touch...
I knew it was getting closer to over,
For us.
The first time you denied my touch...
Our relationship had ran out of 'fizz'.
What did it?

Did you know I was just expecting sex without love?
Then when I'm done,
I'm gone?

You knew that!
You had to.
I was taking you for granted,
And this you knew!

The first time you denied my touch...
It was me.
Not you.
And I knew it too well!

The first time you denied my touch.
I felt an ache slowly creeping up inside,
Of me.
I tried to breathe soft and slow,
So you wouldn't know it.

The first time you denied my touch.
My tears came to fall.
And that was not easy....
Faking a rest,
After a grueling crawl.

'Thank you.
But no...
I am not preparing for the Olympics.
I'm just laying here to meditate on the ground,
For a moment.'

The first time you denied my touch.
Love was not there to respond.

The first time you denied my touch,
I knew you felt it too inside...
I was gone!
And I knew it then,
I had been gone too long!

Too long for you to deny me,
Of what's mine!

'EXCUSE ME?
Repeat that! '

The first time you denied my touch...
I knew it was getting closer to over,
For us.
The first time you denied my touch...
Our relationship had ran out of 'fizz'.
What did it?

Did you know I was just expecting sex without love?
Then when I'm done,
I'm gone?

'That's not what you said.
But you're getting to the point.
I'm in the bed and going to sleep.
What you do with your needs,
That's up to you.'

We just need time to get our booty better!

'EXCUSE ME?
Repeat that! '

The first time you denied my touch,
I knew you felt it too inside...
I was gone!
And I knew it then,
I had been gone too long!

Too long for you to deny me,
Of what's mine!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Time Time

Cause time cant make things better
Cause time cant make things right
Cause time cant change are past

I’ll keep holding on, Being strong, for you
I’ll keep being strong, seeing through, for you
Cause time cant make things better
Cause time cant make things right
Cause with time you never know better
Cause time cant make a change
Cause with time we cant complain
I’ll hold on to you with all the time in the world
If time could give that time back with you again
Oh how id be true to you
oh how id hold you in my arms
But time cant make things better
Cause time cant make things right
Say id hold you from now in till forever tonight
Yah tonight
But cant make things better
No time cant make things right
If with time we only knew better and make it right
Cause time we cant change

But time cant make things better
Cause time cant make things right
Say id hold you from now in till forever tonight
Yah tonight
But cant make things better
No time cant make things right
If with time we only knew better and make it right
Cause time we cant change
Cause with time we cant complain
I’ll hold to you forever
I’ll make it seem better
I’LL keep holding on being strong for you
Ill keep holding on seeing through for you
And I’ll hold you in my arms
Will dance under the moon
Baby I promise you will be together real soon
I got time on my hands Time on my hand
I give it all away to see you again
Just to see you again
In the futures of time
Time time

poem by Sammy S. Quence
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To Dust Up

As a learning experience,
It is much more difficult...
To expect anyone to listen,
Than it is to teach them...
The difference between how and why,
A listening done will affect their time.
And the taking of it for granted...
Is something no one should do.

And one's expectations that the wasting of it,
Is going to gain empathy...
From those who had patience to sit with a listening,
No matter how bored one gets going through the process...
Is going to prevent a slipping of time,
To rush through their fingers.
With opportunities set aside waiting for anyone's decision,
To be made and done with a seletive picking to come.

Once an aging process starts and is noticed,
There is no playing of hide and seek with it...
To disregard those believing they have hidden in safe places.
Since in most cases everyone will be found.
Either forgotten to eventually dismiss.
Or stored away on top awaiting somewhere,
To be lowered into the ground...
With eyes and ears shut to dust up...that's it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thinking of Holiday - Wishing our lives away

I’m on holiday – Time to play
Cannot believe it’s time
To relax and unwind
Never thought this amount of free time I will find

‘tis your turn my Manager said
Thanks for all your hard work
You deserve your break
Ensure you make the best thereof

Now I wish for time to stand still
These two weeks will be lived at a very slow pace
Cannot afford for the time to be wasted
We all work hard for our breaks

There’s work to be done at my house
What will I do – work, play or loaf
Loaf – I think is the best answer
Is this not why I’m on leave?

Five years I never had two weeks leave
All my leave used to be invested in studying
Completing my degree
But now all my time to me is free

Wishing our lives away

I know this – One morning I will awaken
Just to go back to work again
And I will realize that the best part of any holiday or leave
Usually is the looking forward to it

I will then work hard again
in great anticipation
of the next break away from work
the circle of our life’s

Is it not funny how we always require something
To look forward to
Always the next weekend, public holiday
Or annual leave, or a special day, maybe a birthday or such

In this way we all wish our lives away
Remember this I say – a small reminder to all
Focus on today
And in this way – so much more you will gain out of every moment

poem by Michael Knight
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The Ones Who Now Look Back

For most of their lives,
They did exactly what they wanted.
And signs of change,
Were beginning to glow...
With neon messages no one could ignore.

Those choices chosen,
Were made regardless of objections raised...
By those who were told where to go.

And those places told where to go,
Have been taken without looking back.

And the ones who now look back,
Wondering where those who were told to go...
Away to live in their own worlds,
Have done so to live lives...
Without taking theirs for granted.

As those who look back seeking satisfaction,
Have come to realize their own satisfactions...
Had been placed on the wrong track.
With a blaming on others,
As to where their lives lived are at.

'Excuse me,
But can you tell me...
If that boat that sailed many years ago from here,
Is due to make a comeback anytime soon? '

~I'm sorry I couldn't.
I don't live in this neighborhood.
Have you tried asking any ot those people over there,
Standing on the corner watching their lives go by?
I'm sure they haven't been anywhere.
You could spend time with them reminiscing.
And they could probably answer that question for you.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Do They Complain?

Why do lonely people complain?
Do they want others to solve
The problem
They most likely created
By themselves
For themselves?

Why do lonely people complain?
Don't they know
Most people are afraid?
And those that aren't afraid,
Cannot help them?

Why do lonely people complain,
When the way
To break the hold
That loneliness has on them
Is through action?

poem by Lonely People Champion
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Regret

Regret is the way we feel
when life starts getting us down.
We think of things we should have done
or things we should have said.
We regret not to have taken the time
to live our lives to the full
and realise our full potential.
We are always in such a rush
we rarely hear an infant cry.

To counter act these things
that all of us sometimes do
we fill ourselves with remorse and regret.
It is worse when time rushes by
and everything has gone,
it is then we examine our lives
to see what went wrong.
Therefore, as you read this through,
stop and take a minute or two.

To look around at your life
and look more closely at all the things
that are of real value to you,
your friends and family.
Then turn your life around
to spend more time with them.
Everything else will be there tomorrow,
but will your family and friends.

Appreciate them more
because life is short
and there is never
any real certainty there.
So stop now and examine
the real priorities in your life,
lest you live the rest of it
with remorse and regret.

(8 November 2007)

poem by David Harris
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In Our Lives

If we all just sat and wished,
For everything we believed missed
In our lives.
Much of our lives would be dismissed.
Without realizing...
So much of the experience of it,
Has been spent wishing.

With little of it adventured.

And hoping for more time,
To waste in waiting.
As a hesitation in procrastination,
Is granted a freedom we allow and protect...
With the very best of our excuses.

In our lives...
We thrive on comparisons to survive.

To be munched,
Like a bunch of clustered nuts!
Dipped.
And surrounded by delicious chocolate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was There Myself

I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.

I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.

My tolerance you accept,
As an approval of your nonsense.
I am just more patient.
And have more than you will ever know.

My willingness to listen,
To your petty conversations...
Is a hope you will comprehend,
Just how small you make that world you live in.

My suggestions that you live and let live,
With a letting go...
Comes from experience.
Not because I believe there is so much I know.

Your mind is limited and fixed in stubbornness.
Then to me you complain,
About your attempts to convince...
With an acknowledgement foreign to common sense.

And to learn one has to listen.
But your issues and insecurities,
Are excuses you use as a defense.
I was there myself!
That is why you are so obvious.

I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.

I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like They See It Done In The Movies

I was in and out of the military,
By the age of 21.
Living co-independently with responsibilites...
As a married man with a wife expecting our son.

Today I have little patience,
With men and women both who whine.
About living lives they wished they had.
But accepting routines to live,
Everyday...
In their minds.

And I have no tolerance for those who make claims...
About what they do and how they do it.
While expressing a self centered sadness,
To hold others to blame for their restricted ambitions.
And listening to them...
You will hear them threaten to run away.
And make childish proclamations.

And there are still those...
Who will convince others they have been on their own.
All their lives!
But they have never spent time by themselves.
Nor could they walk on their paths alone.
They have never done it.
But quick to demand from others they do!
Like they see it done in the movies.
Without the added moans and groans.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave That To

I've never known what it's like real poverty
And I've always been lucky life is good to me
And since I've never known illness or physical pain
I am not one with the right to complain
Leave that to those who are doing it tough
The homeless and destitute who have to live rough
The forgotten people of Poverty Street
Who search in rubbish bins for thrown out food to eat
Leave that to the millions of Stateless refugees
Hungry and subject to every known disease
Life for them a constant survival fight
If they complain they have earned the right
I've lived for sixty one years in time a good span
And I cannot complain I am a lucky man.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Observation Says It

Those who say,
They've stopped what they've done...
To spend more time with their families.
Need to be heard...
To begin the flowing of deception.
Many have a need to hear themselves,
Dancing through the bushes.

Give me eye contact on this one please!

How important was the family in the first place,
That one has had an option...
Whether to spend that time or not?

Time is made for...
Waste.
Procrastination.
Sleaze and drive by stops,
To silent cravings.
Shop.
And strolls through malls to wish.

When people are full of themselves,
Like this...
They make all kinds of excuses.
And the ones most creative,
Come from those knee deep in ego!
That's the way 'observation' says it goes.

After years of having other priorities,
No one is going to use guilt of doing what they want...
To satisfy anything the think they can,
For me!
Not after years of having other priorities.
Not here!
Not...
IF I am on their agenda.
And that had been established...
When times 'then' were fresh and exciting.

When people meet and say things sweet...
Doesn't it seem they've become stuck together,
With glue?
Until appetites change,
For a taste of something new.

Comeon...
None of this is rocket science!

Nonsense begets nonsense begets more of it!
And the evidence of that is all around.
Some carry it in their pockets.
That's how addicted they've become.
And for quite a few...
That nonsense is pressed up against their noses.
Or sitting in a prison cell.
A parent visiting a 'lost child'.

'Your honor...
I could have spent more time with my children,
BUT...
I was too busy creating acceptable excuses.
And hey...
What can I say?
I sold them.
And they were bought! '

If that excitement has gone...
Do not use alibis and excuses,
To try to recapture 'those moments'.

People who say they do 'this' and 'that',
For their families...
With a doing that is not there for them,
As real as the feeling of pain has been?
Gets no smothering of attention...
For an instant replay of 'could ofs' and 'what ifs'.
They shouldn't.
With expectations?

That's just how it is with me.
And why I choose to live alone.

If there is no time for me...
When no time comes to stay for anyone?
There is no need trying to find it!
It's gone!
That's it.
Time doesn't sit listening to time tick...
Or tock from a clock!
It just does not!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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