Viva La Difference
Folks do not know what is going on!
They don't.
Walking around with their heads hanging down.
In slow belabored shuffles.
And taught to fuss in muffled cusses.
Only to become audible,
To rave and rant...
About their pitiful lives lived,
Struck by bad luck...
Like ducks struggling to wade,
In stormy seas.
With unpaid telephone and cable bills,
Left to weight upon their burdened shoulders.
Hoping not to be disconnected,
For fear fresh gossip...
May be prevented to descend on their desperate ears.
Leaving them with a life peering from windows.
As if a death sentence has been given.
Folks do not know what is going on!
They don't.
From Sunrise to Sunset...
A belongingness,
From them has gone.
And as I witness,
Their treasured pitifulness.
I remind myself...
How close emotionally,
I am to this!
Or WAS.
Folks do not know what is going on!
They don't.
'And...
Neither do you! '
Oh...
'Contrare'!
Deliverer of misundertanding lip.
And giver of narrow insight!
I 'pretend' I do!
Okay?
The chocolate is in the pudding.
Live and let live.
That's 'my' motto!
Viva La Difference...
Homey!
Viva with a La...
And a 'diff-er-ounce'.
'Ooooh...
Oui oui.
N'est pas?
Merci beaucoup.
Parle vous français?
Je m'appelle Victor.
Et vous, mon ami?
Hmmm.
Tous et moi...oui oui? '
Say WHAT?
I know you did not just say that to me?
What?
What do you take me for?
'What are you talking about?
We need to learn how to love one another.
Get close.
That's my approach.'
You done cross the line now, buddy.
Let me say this to you...
And make it clear!
You and my 'wee wee'
Aint gon' happen!
You got that?
'Huh? '
Oh, huh, hell!
You better get outta my face before I call the police.
You homosexuals are all over the place 'assuming' stuff!
I got preferences...okay?
Amigo?
Now buzz off!
'You got problems? '
I got problems?
I got problems?
'Bigtime! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Nothing Is Done
Do you get the feeling,
That it doesn't matter who says what...
About anyone or anything anymore.
This seems especially true...
In small towns with nohing but gossip,
For folks to value.
The more things change...
The less those who desperately need to change,
Do!
Even in big cities,
There are small minded folks!
And...
The mindsets of small town folks,
Will be guaranteed to be left reliably...
Small minded and uninvolved.
But yet upset with 'them'
Because 'they' don't 'act' like they care,
About their problems.
Those who sit on stoops...
And/or push baby carriages,
Around the blocks where their babies fathers,
Stand.
Seeking tips on good luck,
To dropp in their pockets!
They have suffered from under the rug swept stuff...
These folks!
With claims to have problems...
That have been historically ignored,
By those praying to God for solutions.
And when they come...
They don't like what has to be done!
So nothing is...
Done!
It just decays!
And folks find ways to celebrated it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Problems (feat. Koffee Brown)
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today
situations hard to handle
got me goin out ofmy head
theres so much pressure
i just cant deal
you think its all about you
and that sex appeal
but i got problems
(slickin around on the "L" to the hotel all around town) let me know
(whos it gonna be him or me)
it cant be three
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your girl today
here we are
the two of us together
takin this crazy chance
to be all alone
my man dont know
that we been lovin eachother
cuz if he found out
we'll have nothin
nothin but
Problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your man today
said can i get a witness
so many problems
can i get a witness
can i get a witness
so many problems
can i get a witness
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your man today
problems
problems with your girl today
problems
problems with your man today
song performed by by Next
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Problems
Feat. coffee brown
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today
Situations
Hard to handle
Got me going out of my head
Theres so much pressure
I just cant deal
You think its all about
You and that sex appeal
But I got problems
(slickin around on the l to the hotel, all around town)
Let me know
(whos it gonna be, him or me)
It cant be three
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your girl today
[coffee brown]
Here we are
The two of us together
Taking this crazy chance
To be all alone
My man dont know
That we been loving each other
Cuz if he found out
Well have nothing
Nothing but
Problems
Problems with your man today
Problems
Problems with your man today
Problems
Problems with your man today
Problems
Problems with your man today
[next]
Said, can I get a witness
So many problems
Can I get a witness
[coffee]
Can I get a witness
So many problems
Can I get a witness
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today
Problems
Problems with your girl today
Problems
Problems with your man today
song performed by by Next
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I've Heard Those Old Stories Told
'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
I've heard those old stories told,
About what folks have done...
To make my life easy and comfortable.
Especially told to others who did not know.
And who did what...
When I got myself into ruts.
'God...
I am so glad You know the real deal! '
And I wonder 'who' that might have been?
That came to my aid when I needed them.
Hmmm...
It's true,
I have had folks give me 'things'.
And money loaned I paid back.
I've had people to me make promises.
And I remember every one of them broken...
From the time I was a kid!
Hmmm...
I can't remember anyone,
Motivating my moves!
Only You,
My Father.
I could say my entire life has been spent...
With me doing the giving.
And to a degree that would be true.
Since several people I have known...
Have told lies.
That's all they did and still do.
And I use to listen to a whole lot of BS.
With attempts I made to correct some mess.
Do I now?
No!
'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
And the biggest lesson I have learned to date?
Do not hesitate in the waiting of others to approve!
You'd be a dried up old prune in the doing.
If you've been blessed with a gift,
You better give it and be done with it!
And let whoever say whatever!
Give folks who gossip some fuel,
To keep their lips moving.
And doing something bizarre...
While you're at it!
Learn to live without restrictions and limitations.
You and your time are not defined by those mindless.
Unless you let it!
Then whose truth do you ultimately live?
It wont be mine because I have my own to live!
Although I do give folks credit where it is due.
Like being witnesses...
To the gifts God has given to me.
That's it!
Anything else folks would like to claim...
Did not occur on my watch.
But I do understand,
Why some folks like to associate themselves...
With those who struggle through and win,
Their battles and conquer over grief!
Thank You God, Almighty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slow Folks
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
Oh,
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
By those slow folks...
A butt end of a joke.
By those slow folks.
Provoked or demoted,
By those slow folks.
Or turn into a joke!
By those slow folks.
They can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
Those slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delicious Chocolate Cove
Now these folks know how to live
I wish I’d been there when
Chocolate poured from a fountain
With the perfect kind of blend
Yes, delicious little morsels
You can poke right on a stick
All you have to do, my friend
Is submerge whatever you pick
Strawberries so fresh and juicy
Pineapple so sweet as well
They’d slide them very carefully
Under chocolate as it fell
No matter what the occasion
These folks know how to eat
Long wonderful tables of food
Anything you might seek
They find a way to celebrate
Oh, they are so good
I wish I lived amongst them
Right in their neighborhood
So if you get a chance folks
As down the roads you rove
Stop in to meet a place I call
The Delicious Chocolate Cove!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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When a Town Is Small
No one speaks for me.
No dummy am I,
On a ventriloquist knee.
If you wish to know
What makes me tick...
Pick up your telephone,
Call me quick!
You might even find me dared to be listed!
You don't have to run to my sisters to ask,
What am I doing...
When by me you drive right pass!
And pretend you don't see me,
You do that all the time!
I've known you have been away from 'yours'...
But my mind has been with me,
All this time!
I know you enjoy your gossipying...
But I do have an open line!
And unlike you my head is not up my behind!
There is too much in life to pursue.
But folks with small minds,
Believe they have a say in what others do!
And when a town is small...
Folks like these think they know it all!
Countrified and down homey!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Folks Who Make Claims To Be Christians
Why are there some who say,
They believe in God.
Speak in tongues.
Pass judgement on others,
And how they live.
Where they live and with who?
Express issues they have with materialism.
Usually their lack of it.
Or what someone else has.
Complain about their ailments...
With associated limitations.
And,
Are the ones to say to others,
No one understands where they are coming from.
And when asked 'why' they don't take their troubles to God?
They say...
'This has nothing to do with God! '
And these are the folks,
Who make claims to be Christians!
These are the folks,
Who produce their own problems.
And get upset,
They can not share their headaches...
With those who observe them all as hypocrites!
Seeking those they wish to inflict their afflictions.
'But isn't that demonic? '
I suppose.
However...
They do get their teachings about the 'devil'
And 'sin' on Sundays!
Perhaps they can better tell you,
What it is they do believe...
That God does for them,
And when and where that is done! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mentally, Physically and Spiritually Sick
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
They choose to disrespect one another.
Then proclaim desires for unity.
Observing them in their places of worship...
You would think heaven was on Earth.
The way they perform, dance and sing.
In praises to their hypocrisies.
And into their communities,
These hypocrisies with them they bring.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Tell them their children create havoc in the schools.
They deny this.
They want better teachers.
Tell them that crime is in their minds.
And they initiate it.
They demand for more police,
To prove you wrong.
Tell them they have no identity,
And despise themselves for who they are.
And they would cuss each other out.
On their way to church.
Pray to God and then quote scriptures.
With a love for God they say they thirst.
Come out of these dens of evil...
To cuss each other out!
Spewing scriptures and devilment,
From both sides of their mouths.
Then call you 'brother' or 'sister'.
As if they are invisible.
And nothing you've seen had played out like this!
Denying what has been observable.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Anyone exposed to this,
To digested it for what it is...
Know what these folks don't know!
And it is not a multiple choice quiz.
These folks have no idea,
They have psychological problems.
In their heads.
Between their ears!
These folks aren't aware,
They are mentally, physically and spiritually sick!
And anything that has degraded them,
Wouldn't be in their lives...
If they did not choose this to exist!
But no!
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions...
To continue to breathe exactly as is!
As if addicted to self righteousness.
Or...
Strung out on a massive crack attack!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Folks Lives Roll Easy
Words & music by paul simon
Some folks lives roll easy as a breeze
Drifting through a summer night
Heading for a sunny day
But most folks lives, oh they stumble
Lord they fall
Through no fault of their own
Most folks never catch their stars
And here I am, lord
Im knocking at your place of business
I know I aint got no business here
But you said if I ever got so low
I was busted,
You could be trusted
Some folks lives roll easy
Some folks lives
Never roll at all
Oh, they just fall
They just fall
Some folks lives
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Nuts' Are All Over The Place!
I'm not going to tolerate anyone's nonsense!
#1...Because I don't have to!
#2...Because I choose not to!
And...
#3...BS and I are not related at all.
So I do not have to pretend there is a bond!
Some folks put up with others just to get along.
'Why can't we 'all' get along? '
Why?
'Cuz one bed will not accomodate all of us,
That's why!
Some like to pout and roll their eyes.
Gossip and backstab.
And they do it to family members AND close friends!
Can you imagine?
And where I live,
Close friends and family members kill themselves...
Over a slice of toast!
Or something else LESS 'urgent'!
Folks are 'nuts'.
Even the squirrels will have nothing to do with them.
And when squirrels are seen turning their backs away...
An investigation is needed.
With an immediate assignment given!
But...
To 'who'?
'Nuts' are all over the place!
I'm not going to tolerate anyone's nonsense!
#1...Because I don't have to!
#2...Because I choose not to!
And...
#3...BS and I are not related at all.
So I do not have to pretend there is a bond!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Snakes I Have Angered
Life is full of problems that we all must face
As we wander through life trying to find our place.
With time and practice we learn the ways that work
And how to find solutions that don't make us look like a jerk.
Problems are like snakes who sometimes want to share our home.
They sneak in without warning and won't leave us alone.
They can hide so quickly and move around so fast
The present often gets tangled up with the memories of the past.
A face to face meeting can be full of fright and pain
But I must take some action or find someone to blame.
To cut off a snake's tail only makes him see red.
To solve the problems I must cut off the head.
Family and friends make easy targets to hit on
When I can't face my problems or want to call it quits
But now it has become plain for me to see
The meanest snake I have angered sometimes lives in me.
poem by Wilma Dene Pinkard Skaggs
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I'm Glad I Live Here
America has its problems
Soldiers sacrificing lives for others
Apart from their families for so long
Living every day in a foreign land
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
So many people without homes
Living on the streets desperate for shelter
Cold and sick they suffer each day
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
Countless people in poverty
Families unable to pay for their needs
Begging for help from others and the government
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
Illegal immigrants in our country
Working the jobs many of us refuse
Causing an uproar all around
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
Extremely high gas prices
Drivers unable to afford anything else
Because gas prices leave a hole in their pockets
But I’m glad I live here
America has its problems
Disputes over the current president
Whether he’s doing well running the country
Many disputes between Democrats and Republicans
But I’m glad I live here
poem by Natalie Collins
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Vino, Dinero Y Amor
(words & music by sid tepper and roy c. bennett)
Viva el vino, viva el dinero
Viva, viva
El amor
I like to drink wine, and money is fine
But I like the girls even more
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor
Some pesos you pass, put wine in her glass
And soon she will say si senor
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor
With wine on your lips and money in your pocket
And your sweetheart in your arms
Youre rich as you can be
So lift up your glass, lets sing it all together
Muchachas, caballeros, make this toast with me
Well drink one more time, with money and wine
Lets drink to the girls we adore
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor
Sing one more time, money and wine
Lets sing to the girls we adore
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva...
El amor
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Problems
I have problems, and you have problems
Let's make problems with our problems
When I'm the problem you're the problem
But we know where the problem for one another
I start my day by any other way
Looking under my bed for the metallic crate
Encrypted with a steel isomorphic key
Projecting documents enveloped with two words
"Today's problems"
When I have no problems I make more problems
To entwine the world with inventive problems
What would we do if we did not have problems?
Neglect our security for hypothesizing new problems
Problems, Problems, Problems
An exegesis of problems
Categorized and productized
In rationale arrangements
Ontologically customized
Parasitically neurological
And involuntarily exercised
I empty the glass and make if full
To furbish the center that never holds
Happiness elixirs baseless catchment
Percolating vertices of inverted orphans
So what's the problem?
poem by Kevin Patrick
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The Cross
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Dont cry, he is coming
Dont die without knowing the cross
Ghettos 2 the left of us
Flowers 2 the right
Therell be bread 4 all of us
If we can just bear the cross
Sweet song of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all that she brings
We all have our problems
Some big, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the cross
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Dont cry 4 he is coming
Dont die without knowing the cross
Ghettos 2 the left of us
Flowers 2 the right
Therell be bread 4 all, yall
If we can just, just bear the cross, yeah
We all have our problems
Some are big, some are small
Soon all of our problems, yall
Will be taken by the cross
The cross
The cross
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Chained. Locked. And, Enclosed!
Trapped and saddled with bills to pay!
It seems the life I live...
Is here to stay!
Visions of wealth,
In splendor and good health...
Alludes the dreams I see.
My creditors remind me!
Sapped of strength from the youth I was...
I remember once,
Trying to grow a beard from peach fuzz!
And today I sit with the electricity sky high,
Pinching pennies to pay rent
And letting my taste for steak drift by!
It was just yesterday when I said I had enough!
I wasn't going to worry or complain of simple stuff!
But when the cable company came to disconnect me,
From the 'world'!
I decided I should be thankful,
I'm not out pawning watches, diamonds and pearls!
Like some folks I know...
Who have found they lived to keep images,
And images are hard to let go!
Especially,
When that is all there is...
And all there is to show!
At least I can still expose my face,
And not be disgraced and grow!
Now I am glad I don't live for 'things'...
Or allow them to keep me controlled!
I may feel trapped and saddled with bills to pay...
But I am not like those,
Who feel they must hide the lives they chose.
Chained.
Locked.
And, enclosed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Going, Going...Gone!
Gon' git outta here...
Trying to spread that mess!
You ain't heard me say nuthin'...
About her or her ugliness.
All I said,
Was he wasn't wrapped too tight,
In his head.
Because 'you' have issues with her...
You need not tell lies,
To have them roll their eyes at me.
You gooooood for stirring things up!
And then sittin' back and laughin'...
Like you're not the cause for all the fuss!
Gon' git outta here...
Trying to spread that mess!
Talkin' 'bout,
How you saw who with who.
And which one said something,
About me...
That I should address!
And you don't want to get involved?
Because you don't think it is your place?
But you are all up in their business...
And you are telling lies all up in my face?
Gon'...
Git.
Outta here!
You ain't satisfied...
Until an argument hits the air.
And you don't care,
Who is in it or how it starts!
You just like to agitate.
Do it...
And then depart!
Gon' git outta here...
Trying to spread fresh mess!
You are getting too old for this.
This act of yours is too predictable.
And getting easier to resist in protest.
Folks have updated their ways to gossip today!
They use email, blogs and text messages,
To say what they have to say!
And this method that you are using...
Is tired.
Outdated.
Slow and lacking imagination.
Like a turtle stuck in molasses.
'Huh? '
You gotta add some 'beatz'!
And package it with somethin' slammin'.
With a rhyme or two.
And loop that with some hip hop!
Download it and then you in da biz!
Got that?
THEN,
You dropp it!
Hot or not!
'What in the hell are you talking about?
Nobody is in their right mind today.
No where!
I can't find a single person,
Who values the art of gossip!
Going, going...gone, is another lost treasure!
Man, you need to see a doctor...quick.
You're going through some menopause...
Or something!
SOMETHING is wrong with you!
I think your mind has 'flipped'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Show Me
Different kinds of people
Different kinds of life
We go walking towards the future
With different size strides
Show me the way to solve your sorrows
And I'll do what I can
'Cause we have the experience
If we plan
Baby we can see that close
Show me the way to solve your problems and I'll be there
Show me the way and I'll do what I can
What can I say ohh lately what can I do
I just can't stand losing
Welcome to the new world
Let me join your hand
We go walking through your world
With a brand new plan
All over
God only knows how much I love you
Give me a chance and I'll show the faith all over
You will understand lady if you change your mind
Baby only I know what you need
Show me the way to solve your problems and I'll be there
Show me the way and I'll do what I can
What can I say ohh lady what can I do
No I can't stand
I just can't stand losing you
Don't mean to take up your time baby
I won't be stomping on your life
I only wanted to make you see
Ohh that you
Only you know what I need
Then maybe I can take you higher
Then maybe I can stop those tears I can stop those tears
Ohh with you
Sha da da da da n da
Show me the way to solve your problems and I'll be there
Show me the way and I'll do what I can
What can I say ohh lady what can I do
I just can't stand losing
Show me the way to solve your problems and I'll be there
Show me the way and I'll do what I can
What can I say ohh lately what can I do
No I can't stand
I just can't stand losing you
Losing you
Show me the way to solve your problems and I'll be there
Show me the way to solve your problems and I'll call you
Just show me the way to solve your problems and I'll be there
Show me the way to solve
I'll call you
song performed by by Seal from Debut
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Crossroads
All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
Im standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
Therere hands that grab me on every side
All you folks think I got my price
At which Ill sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
Im trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life
Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need
Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods
All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
Ill save my soul save myself
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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