Wallflowers
Assimilated comfortability,
Can be yours routinely.
With dependable reliability,
With those alike who seek it.
But none of that is on this tray...
As an activity,
Offered today.
Those who wish to play,
Old geezers peeking easily out of windows...
Determined to dose,
Will not find too many...
Excitedly curling up their toes,
Thrilled.
Snap out of it!
Wallflowers hanging up their lives to age,
Are times that have rapidly moved away.
Get up, get with it and get active...
If you don't want to be among,
Those dismissed as if they haven't lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paranoia With Anxieties Comforted
We have become alerted,
For enemies of all kinds to attack.
And we are instructed to look for them,
In movies or TV.
And...
Peeking through the windows.
Where we find our 'facts'.
But few are taught,
To monitor their own backs.
Or bother to ask,
Neighbors about lives lived...
In their past.
We clearly have made it our priority,
To accept what we see...
If that image is tolerated.
And appears to accept paranoia,
With anxieties comforted by familiarity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hide & Seek
When i'm looking here and there,
And i'm searchin' everywhere to find your love
But you play so hard to get
And i haven't found out yet where you are.
You'll never find
Just what you got.
Here i come.
Ready or not.
Hide and seek.
It's just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear i gotta find you.
Sneakin' up behind you.
Hide and seek.
When i tried so hard to see
How you keep this mystery around our love
Every simple breath you take
Always makes the love we make seem so new
You're up to your
Old tricks again.
I close my eyes
And count to ten.
Hide and seek.
It's just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear i gotta find you.
Sneakin' up behind you.
Hide and seek.
Hi hi hi hide.
You'll never find just what you got.
Here i come.
Ready or not.
Hide and seek.
It's just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear i gotta find you.
Sneakin' up behind you.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
It's just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear i gotta find you.
Sneakin' up behind you.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Swear i gotta find you.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Sneakin' up behind you.
song performed by by New Edition
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Hide And Seek
When I'm looking here and there,
And I'm searchin' everywhere to find your LOVE
But you play so hard to get
And I haven't found out yet where you are.
You'll never find
Just what you got.
Here I come.
Ready or not.
Hide and seek.
It's just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Sneakin' up behind you.
Hide and seek.
When I tried so hard to see
How you keep this mystery around our LOVE
Every simple breath you take
Always makes the love we make seem so new
You're up to your
Old tricks again.
I close my eyes
And count to ten.
Hide and seek.
It's just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Sneakin' up behind you.
Hide and seek.
Hi hi hi hide.
You'll never find just what you got.
Here I come.
Ready or not.
Hide and seek.
It's just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Sneakin' up behind you.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
It's just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Sneakin' up behind you.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Sneakin' up behind you.
song performed by by New Edition
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Suitable For An Agenda
People may choose to believe,
They will punish someone...
For an act disliked that was done.
However,
If what was done consciously...
And with intent,
That punishment delivered...
May be suitable for an agenda,
One does not mention...
But joyfully gets.
We live in those times,
When all beliefs once easily defined...
Can no longer be legitimized,
By our expectations of receiving...
What we perceive as we envision it.
There are those who do things,
Just for the attention...
Others unknowingly give,
To the ones planning their own course...
For something to do to lead those offtrack.
Minds today,
Are not that easily persuaded...
To be led one way,
With a dependable process once used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Into Game Play
Not into game play.
Not even 'if' I sense it with,
A new arrival.
Someone who elects to question,
From hidden places.
To play hide and seek.
Not me.
I am not into game play.
Not today when times are the way they are.
Not with adults who like to keep their lives,
Disguised while they decide to moralize and criticize.
Not when my peace of mind is at stake.
Not into game play.
Not at all.
Even 'if' I should sense it beginning.
With someone fresh.
But choosing to have me jump through hoops.
To see how far they can get.
Before they notice it...
I have left!
I am not into game play.
Not me.
Not today!
Not that way.
Not for me anyway.
At least not like that.
Not to sit and listen to tit for tat tales.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do I Touch You?
How do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
How can I say I comprehend,
And understand your thoughts.
If you are expecting empathy!
And I wish to share,
Something I've been taught.
How do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
We are more alike than not, you know?
So much alike,
I want that to show!
But 'how'...
Do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
How do I do this?
And avoid conflict!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indulged By Extravagance
With a dose of sugar.
And lots of forget-me-nots...
Haven't we all been induced with fantasy?
Feeling 'exclusive'
And detriment free!
Able to do what we wish and please.
While feeding on an ignorance,
Indulged by extravagance.
As we pass judgements with glee.
Haven't we all been hypnotized,
By a way of life,
We believe produces jealousy.
And now we find we are behind the times.
With a feasting of our gluttony...
Causing a democracy,
To bleed from an endless greed.
With a desire that reality,
Is a delusion someday will go away!
With a dose of sugar.
And lots of forget-me-nots...
Haven't we all been induced,
With fantasy?
Feeling 'exclusive'
That our needs we feed,
Are detriment free!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rainy beach times
Children playing on a beach,
Nowhere to hide nowhere to seek,
Using there minds to play there games,
Running In the sand on a rainy day,
It dose not matter if the sun doesn't shine,
If the wind blows hard and the sands not dry,
There having fun so that's just fine,
Playing on a beach at two, three, and five,
With sand in there shoes and between there toes,
And wind swept hair and soggy clothes,
They feel no cold only time for fun
The moaning starts when they wet there bum,
It must look like desert to someone so young,
Who's two foot high and full of fun,
What an adventure it must be,
Playing in the sand and feeling free,
I can't remember ever being that high,
But we all must have though's of rainy beach times,
So as I stand here now alone on the beach,
Watching them play no hide and seek,
Spending this moment through children's eyes,
As they have there adventure and a rainy beach times.
Kevin Glenn
29-08-2011
poem by Kevin Glenn
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Some People Are Just Lucky
What, if anything, in a tomorrow wished,
Is guaranteed?
If the ability to experience the 'now' today,
Is an activity done that can be achieved.
Besides procrastination?
And many daily do that AND succeed.
Too often it is heard by some,
What they can not do...
Because there is no time to find.
Or funds to wine and dine themselves!
As if in a 'tomorrow'...
A lottery win will come to change their minds.
However,
Explain this to me...
What, if anything, in a tomorrow wished,
Is guaranteed?
If the ability to experience the 'now' today,
Is an activity done that can be achieved.
Besides procrastination?
And many daily do that AND succeed.
And why do those who seem to be in sacrificial mode,
Are always considered the ones who are lucky...
When working hard all their lives,
Creating their own opportunities.
'I never see those folks out socializing anywhere.
And they always look tired and haggard! '
~I wonder why? ~
'Maybe they stay home laying on the couch.
Watching too much TV? '
~That's what I do.
I don't look like that.
In fact, the doctor told me I was getting fat.
And I know I keep active.~
'Yeah,
Some people are just lucky.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Needed Verification
The success of ignorance expressed today,
Can be easily determined...
By the denials maintained by a host of people,
Who are still disbelieving what they hear and see.
Although the facts of their lives lived,
Are literally being exposed before their eyes.
And to hear some folks react with shock,
Motivates others to repeatedly ask strangers...
To validate for them,
The month, day and time to ensure...
They are still among those awake and conscious.
That's how serious a needed verification is getting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Habits Like Theirs
They only share drugs in their relationship.
And when there is none to do...
There is nothing for them to discuss.
Nothing worth mentioning,
Without the aid of it!
An emptiness is not admitted.
For fear to sever a connection
They both would miss!
And habits like theirs aren't easily dismissed.
Not like 'that'.
Not for this!
Since the only thing important to them...
Is how to sustain a 'dependable' thing
Between them.
Like the one they have...
That is!
And what they have may be called?
Is okay.
As long as they...
Are getting 'high'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Dog Tray
THE morn of life is past,
And ev'ning comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,
Of merry forms I've seen
Upon the village green,
Sporting with my old dog Tray.
Chorus: Old dog Tray's ever faithful; Grief cannot drive him away; He's gentle, he is kind, I'll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray.
The forms I called my own
Have vanish'd one by one,
The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all pass'd away;
Their happy smiles have flown,
Their gentle voices gone,
I've nothing left but old dog Tray.
Chorus.
When thoughts recall the past,
His eyes are on me cast,
I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say;
Although he cannot speak,
I'll vainly, vainly seek
A better friend than old dog Tray.
Chorus.
poem by Stephen C. Foster
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Disappointed for M lady Ernestine
The Jackdaws are excitedly
feasting on the cast away
remains of someone’s takeaway.
Discarded by them thoughtlessly.
They’re squabbling vociferously
as they jostle for the best place
and very soon there is no trace
of the feast provided free.
The plastic tray is now quite clean,
then they fly off in search of more
It is as if the food had never been.
But one latecomer lone jackdaw
examines the now empty tray.
Squawks his disgust and flies away.
8-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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So Natural Is This Flow
Too many times,
People of faith put their lives on the line.
To find they have been undermined...
By those still learning to count their fingers and toes.
While hiding behind others to do it,
In the midst of someone's shadow.
It takes a brave mind to think independently.
To make a decision and not follow but lead.
Few with this kind of persona,
Can say they live lives that are obstacle free.
But their word is their bond,
And what they do seems to come naturally.
So natural is this flow...
Some believe it is easy to interfere by throwing,
Innuendos and stones to block their paths.
Too many times,
People of faith put their lives on the line.
To find they have been undermined...
By those still learning to count their fingers and toes.
While hiding behind others to do it,
In the midst of someone's shadow.
To prove nothing but how well,
A deception they do can be done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some 'Hesitators' Carry Those Thoughts
Each new day should for you,
Bring with it such renewed freshness.
And promises of beginnings,
With old endings dismissed and finished.
To step into tomorrow with today on your mind,
With discussions of those moments gone...
Is an injustice!
And seems such a waste of breath and time.
If people can not find,
They are not unwinding from yesterday?
These folks are simply afraid to live,
In fear of what others about them are said.
And some 'hesitators' carry those thoughts in their heads.
To live a life wondering,
What other people say about them instead!
Filling up spaces with dimmed lighting they do.
In convalescent homes.
And watching TV from remote controled beds.
'Bah hum bug...'
~And happy holidays to you too,
Mister Weinstein.'
And these same people are heard,
Saying they wished,
They had lived their lives...
Enjoyed in their own way.
And now they stare out of windows,
To feel all alone.
With no ringing heard from a telephone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am thrilled - I can't stress that enough - thrilled when I see kids getting active.
quote by Harvey Fierstein
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Solo
Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
Used to see him hanging around everywhere
In a world of his own
See him hanging round street corners
Where we would meet
He was a lonely kid
Now they tell us that hes moved on
Aint been seen for so long dont know where hes gone...
Its been so long, but Im on the road and
Though it aint been easy
At least I made it on my own
My tongues been tied for far too long
And now youre gonna hear me
At least I know where I belong...
S.o.l.o. Im on the road
S.o.l.o. Im on my own
Ysee everybodys got someone
To lay their troubled lives upon
Im really glad Ive only got my own...
Once upon a time, well I had lots of friends
I moved freely through their lives
But twos a couple and, well threes a crowd
I was just left out
Hanging around
Ive had as much now as I can take
There aint no need to stay...
S.o.l.o. Im on the road
S.o.l.o. Im all alone
And everybody smiles
As I go walking by
But I m really glad Ive only got my own...
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Hide & Seek
When Im looking here and there,
And Im searchin everywhere to find your love
But you play so hard to get
And I havent found out yet where you are.
Youll never find
Just what you got.
Here I come.
Ready or not.
Hide and seek.
Its just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Sneakin up behind you.
Hide and seek.
When I tried so hard to see
How you keep this mystery around our love
Every simple breath you take
Always makes the love we make seem so new
Youre up to your
Old tricks again.
I close my eyes
And count to ten.
Hide and seek.
Its just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Sneakin up behind you.
Hide and seek.
Hi hi hi hide.
Youll never find just what you got.
Here I come.
Ready or not.
Hide and seek.
Its just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Sneakin up behind you.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Its just a game we play.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Sneakin up behind you.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Swear I gotta find you.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Hide and seek.
Sneakin up behind you.
song performed by by New Edition
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Refusing Then To Listen
There were those selected and chosen,
To represent their causes.
With a reflecting of their priorities,
And interests kept protected.
There were those denied,
And deemed not qualified.
Although they produced credentials,
To prove their experiences were essential.
Today those denied,
And deemed yesterday not qualified...
Are discovered to have experiences,
That should have never been dismissed.
But time does not allow to have those yesterdays,
Replaced with a catching up to date.
And,
What could have been of benefit and useful to them,
Those refusing then to listen...
Would have been paths freed of debris with clarity.
But a patience gone from those dismissed...
Has been distanced from the ones,
Caught up in lives lived in chaos and conflicts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Searching
I'm searching for something
Something I've already found
But not knowing that I've found it
Not even sure what it is that I've found
I'm not sure it's my soul that can't find it
Or my senses that seem to block my mind
From finding what I'm searching for that
I've already found
Or is it the heart that I can't trust to help me
Find my way to this thing I have found but don't know
I've found it
Is it the barrier we all have to come across?
That we will find but never know that we have found it
Or is it my lonesome imagination
trying to play tricks on me
I guess this is just one more thing
I have to deal with today
I know I'll always be searching
for something I've already found
And it will always be searching
for me but it has already found me
I know this thing I'm searching for
has and will change my life for the better
For I hold it very dear to me but don't know I do
And it holds me dear to it but
dose not know it holds me dear
I will always be within it
It will always be within me
We are part of each other
Pieces of a puzzle
The stars in the map of stars
Two wings of a butterfly
But what could it be that I'm searching for
Dose it think about me
Dose it wonder about who I am
Is it just as confused about me
as I am about it
as we lay on the blanket under the stars silently thinking
you turn on your side put your hand around me
then say so sweetly
so passionately
I'm so glad I found you baby
I've been looking for you for a life time
I love you and always will
for you are the only thing I’ve been
searching for
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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