We Live In a Democracy
I agree with you.
Sometimes I do.
That is true.
When I do.
You may have opinions to express.
But not one of them is asked for here.
Not one do you need to address.
In my home I dictate.
And the space inside, I rent.
Even if it was mortgaged...
Every cent paid on bill in my name,
I'm the one who gives consent.
If I should solicit,
That will be done in am manner as I wish.
And when I get annoyed by disrespect...
Those who do it,
Are dismissed.
There is no need for you to yell,
'We live in a democracy! '
In my home I dictate.
And the space inside, I rent.
Even if it was mortgaged...
Every cent paid on bill in my name,
I'm the one who gives consent.
If I should solicit,
That will be done in am manner as I wish.
And when I get annoyed by disrespect...
Those who do it,
Are dismissed.
There is no need for you to yell,
'We live in a democracy! '
Or do I need to repeat what I've said...
Since you obviously are not listening to me.
You see that door?
Get up and through it exit.
You are no longer welcomed in my home.
For an excuse to play fool.
Or puff up your chest to threatened.
Since ignorance in here is all you've invested.
See that door?
Save some remnants of our friendship!
Get up...
Go through it quick to exit!
We will talk at some point,
When it's agreed we can disagree.
But right now our eyes do not meet.
I agree with you.
Sometimes I do.
That is true.
When I do.
But for now...
Get the hell out of my house.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Level of Thanks
Where does your level of thanks start?
When you needed a place to live and had nowhere else
He moved out of his home, gave you a place to live
What did you do but treat it like shit
When you couldn't pay a full months rent
He paid it anyway
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When he never asked you to pay
For the utilities you used
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When you got a flat tire
He bought you 4 new tires instead?
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
You called him when you wound up in jail
He paid your bail, and he never said a thing about it
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When you plates were expired
Who paid for them?
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When you could no longer pay your car insurance
He told you he could help you
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
When he co-signed for you on a car
That later he put him into collections
He switched cars with you so you had no bill
He did it cause he could
Cause you're his son
Now when he can't any longer, jobless and drained
You riddle him with guilt and words that cut and mame
Why can't you see past your own troubles and blame
That it's time to man up and use your brain
Why be cruel to this man, he would give you the world if he could?
Your self centerness is so cruel
Or can you not even see or comprehend?
Whoa is me.... me me me
poem by Pookey's Poems
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Stranger In My Own House
(a capella: she said: boy, your luck is running out...she make me feel like a stranger...in my own house)
I come stumbling in at a quarter to three
To the sound of my own dog growlin at me
Im scared to move or turn on a light
Youve got me creepin around in the dark
Like a thief in the night
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
Ive got no place to live
I never feel at home
I walk into the kitchen to see whats there
Im tired and Im hungry but the cupboards bare
Ive been working all day and all night too
I cant believe this is all I have to come back to
I guess Ill take a look upstairs, in the danger zone
I wonder what Im doing here
When I never feel at home
Im a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Im a stranger in my own house
Ill huff and Ill puff and Ill blow this house down
Cant be a stranger in my own house
I see the do not disturb sign on my bedroom door
What is this sheet and pillow laying on the floor
I wore out my welcome
I hear you loud and clear
Its time to get a few things straight around here
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
Ive got a place to live but I never feel at home
Im just a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Stranger in my own house
Ill huff and Ill puff and Ill blow this house down
Cant be a stranger in my own house
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
With a woman like you Im better off alone
Im a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Im just a stranger in my own house
Oh, honey Im home
Im just a stranger in my own house
Im just a stranger in my own house
You got a lion on your hands girl, not a mouse!
Im just a stranger in my own house
Im just a stranger in my own house
Well, somebodys got to go...
Stranger
Stranger
song performed by by Foreigner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How Much Notice Do You Need?
Uh-uh!
Uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh...
Uh-uh Uh-uh uh!
I don't think so!
You're not going to get up in my face.
To leave any bitterness,
With me to leave you believe will be unnoticed.
Or think with me is perfectly okay!
I'm not having that as a piece of your cake,
To enjoy with a taste from you I will take.
And there will be no misunderstanding between us.
Today or ever...
Not in this place.
For as long as you stay in my home.
Without a payment of a bill you make!
Or anything in it you can say you own.
And anytime you believe you are grown...
There will be no argument.
Since my acceptance of that,
You have made known!
Now go to your room...
Before I deliver to you some real heartache.
Directly applied.
And you can expect soon!
'But you have to allow these kids today,
'Some' breathing space! '
That child of mine is fortunate to be breathing, period.
The only thing that is going to walk over me,
Is a bird taking off from the roof!
What I say inside these walls and doors I pay for,
Goes!
There is no democracy in here.
And calling the social services department...
Police, priests or Jesus.
Is not going to make one bit of a difference.
No disrespect shown in my home will be exposed.
Now,
If you want that kind of nonsense in your home,
I'll be glad to pack his bags!
And once that is done,
You can adopt him as your son!
How much notice do you need?
'And what about your other children? '
What have two left!
Which one do you want?
Take all three of them...
No questions asked!
'And your wife? '
She's sedated in the bedroom.
But I'm sure she will request...
A total absence of consciousness!
If she is part of the package!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here's the truth. The proposed top rate of income tax is not 50 per cent. It is 50 per cent plus 1.5 per cent national insurance paid by employees plus 13.3 per cent paid by employers. That's not 50 per cent. Two years from now, Britain will have the highest tax rate on earned income of any developed country.
quote by Andrew Lloyd Webber
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I Remember, I Remember
I remember, I remember
The house where I was born;
The rent was thirty-two a month,
Which made my father mourn.
He said he could remember when
His father paid the rent;
And when a man's expenses did
Not take his every cent.
I remember, I remember--
My mother telling my cousin
That eggs had gone to twenty-six
Or seven cents a dozen;
And how she told my father that
She didn't like to speak
Of things like that, but Bridget now
Demanded four a week.
I remember, I remember--
And with a mirthless laugh--
My weekly board at college took
A jump to three and a half.
I bought an eighteen-dollar suit,
And father told me, "Sonny,
I'll pay the bill this time, but, Oh,
I am not made out of money!"
I remember, I remember,
When I was young and brave
And I declared, "Well, Birdie, we
Shall now begin to save."
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from wealth
Than when I was a boy.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Land of the Free (c) 3-29-08
Land of the Free home of the brave
Land of disease home of the slave
Freedom of religion Freedom of speech
Freedom of press and freedom to breach
Freedom to steal freedom to take
Freedom to carry guns and Freedom to break
The laws of the man and the laws of the word
Freedom from peace but to still use the bird
The only home of brave and Land of the Free
The land who rules based off democracy
Freedom to starve and Freedom to be poor
Freedom to break and enter someone’s door
Freedom to lay off workers and close off jobs
Freedom to take what they want and to rob
Freedom of abortion Freedom of extortion
Freedom to own land and give everyone their portion
Freedom for action by any means necessary
But what their picture of that can really be scary
Freedom to wage war without our consent for our hours to be spent
Freedom to take our money then make us pay rent
Land of the prospering riches and of those who don’t care for the
People who live in the FREE old America
Copyright 3-29-08 ©® Corey Threet
PLEASE COMMENT!
poem by Corey Threet
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Home Sweet Home
Met this girl called josephine and took her up on my machine
We had a little fun and now we got a little one
Had to get married, being chased out of town
Found ourselves a place to live, we put all our money down
Call it home sweet home, home sweet home
Eleven floors up in a tower block
Happy just to have a home
Ive gone and changed the lock on our home
Nothing really worked out right, things got broke,
They stayed that way
None of our friends came around at night and little sam got
No place to play
Weve got to get out of here, bill she said Ive been telling
You all the while
When I came home from work that night shed jumped out the
Window with our chiled
From our home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to take a rest, just a place ot make our nest
-- we call it our home
When the insurance money came through seemed dirty didnt
Know what to do
Took the cash went down the casino, down on the wheel
On the double
And I won, oh yes I won, like I never won before
Bought myself a country house with an antique carved
Oak door
It was home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to lay our head think of all those things we said
About in our home sweet home.
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Homeless in a House
I ask you simply, what is home?
A place where kindred people come?
A space where residents reside?
What makes a home a home inside?
I ask you now, is home a house?
Can people buy homes with their spouse?
In houses can a family be
together for eternity?
I say to you, it is not so!
A home is where a man will go
to seek his flames of strife to douse.
A home he seeks, and not a house.
Inside a home a man has love:
From here below, and from above.
At home, he'll be with family
for time and all eternity.
poem by Chris Schleier
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Barry Holden
The very fall my sister Nancy Knapp
Set fire to the house
They were trying Dr. Duval
For the murder of Zora Clemens,
And I sat in the court two weeks
Listening to every witness.
It was clear he had got her in a family way;
And to let the child be born
Would not do.
Well, how about me with eight children,
And one coming, and the farm
Mortgaged to Thomas Rhodes?
And when I got home that night,
(After listening to the story of the buggy ride,
And the finding of Zora in the ditch,)
The first thing I saw, right there by the steps,
Where the boys had hacked for angle worms,
Was the hatchet!
And just as I entered there was my wife,
Standing before me, big with child.
She started the talk of the mortgaged farm,
And I killed her.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Further Up Further In (instrumental)
I dreamed the wind came to my house
these are the words fell from his mouth
"The King you seek you'll find him true
but only if he rides the road with you"
I stepped aboard a ship that flew
it took me to wherever it wanted to
Far above the land, far above the sea
the dreamer and the doer agreed to agree
I was sent to the war, stripped of my power
gagged and imprisoned in a tall dark tower
I must have cried for an age or more
'till I saw through tears and I found the door
High on a cliff, in gorgeous clothes
a madman danced on the balls of his toes
Forgetting myself I fell at the feet
of the greatest Fool I ever did meet
The stars were bright and magic afoot
on the Summer wind rose the sound of a flute
I saw the musician - my heart knew him well
What happens next, no rhyme can tell
We came to the end of the world one day
a dolphin swan in a sheltered bay
I paid to the King what it was I owed,
put my face to the wind and my foot on the road
I find I've wandered far from home
but home is in me wherever I roam
I thought I was an hour or a year behind
but the hours and the years are only time
song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Further Up Further In (instrumental)
I dreamed the wind came to my house
these are the words fell from his mouth
"The King you seek you'll find him true
but only if he rides the road with you"
I stepped aboard a ship that flew
it took me to wherever it wanted to
Far above the land, far above the sea
the dreamer and the doer agreed to agree
I was sent to the war, stripped of my power
gagged and imprisoned in a tall dark tower
I must have cried for an age or more
'till I saw through tears and I found the door
High on a cliff, in gorgeous clothes
a madman danced on the balls of his toes
Forgetting myself I fell at the feet
of the greatest Fool I ever did meet
The stars were bright and magic afoot
on the Summer wind rose the sound of a flute
I saw the musician - my heart knew him well
What happens next, no rhyme can tell
We came to the end of the world one day
a dolphin swan in a sheltered bay
I paid to the King what it was I owed,
put my face to the wind and my foot on the road
I find I've wandered far from home
but home is in me wherever I roam
I thought I was an hour or a year behind
but the hours and the years are only time
song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Further Up, Further In
I dreamed the wind came to my house
These are the words fell from his mouth
The king you seek youll find him true
But only if he rides the road with you
I stepped aboard a ship that flew
It took me to wherever it wanted to
Far above the land, far above the sea
The dreamer and the doer agreed to agree
I was sent to the war, stripped of my power
Gagged and imprisoned in a tall dark tower
I must have cried for an age or more
till I saw through tears and I found the door
High on a cliff, in gorgeous clothes
A madman danced on the balls of his toes
Forgetting myself I fell at the feet
Of the greatest fool I ever did meet
The stars were bright and magic afoot
On the summer wind rose the sound of a flute
I saw the musician - my heart knew him well
What happens next, no rhyme can tell
We came to the end of the world one day
A dolphin swan in a sheltered bay
I paid to the king what it was I owed,
Put my face to the wind and my foot on the road
I find Ive wandered far from home
But home is in me wherever I roam
I thought I was an hour or a year behind
But the hours and the years are only time
song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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That is 'My' Child
You think...
Just because you've got a job,
You can mope around your home...
As if you were paid to be a slob?
Not true.
Contribute 'something' useful,
To prove.
You wont was a dish.
Or use a broom to sweep.
Or mop a floor to keep it clean.
But you make excuses,
To hip-hop, rap and body bop.
As if to exist to do this...
Is enough to show you are on the scene.
I wish that I were your daddy!
You wouldn't laugh or dismiss me.
I wish I were your daddy!
You would do more than sleep and eat.
Then with disrespect...
Do as you please.
Oh how I WISH,
I were your daddy!
You wouldn't laugh or dismiss me.
I wish with me you 'would' ball your fist.
You would do more than sleep and eat.
Then with disrespect...
Do as you please.
'Excuse me!
That is 'my' child.
And I do all the discipling here.
You and I are just dating.
And let me make that perfectly clear.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Must Have Said Something Wrong?
What you're saying to me makes no sense at all.
My utility company hired your telehone center,
To call my home to convince me,
I can save money by using a discounted service...
That will provide me a lower rate on my electric bill?
There is only one thing that troubles me about this.
Why would they hire your company,
Which is located on the West Coast.
And I live on the East Coast?
When all they could have done,
Is not hire you at all to save them on phone calls...
With an additional lowering of my bill!
Plus...
Those I know that have been laid off,
Because of the lack of jobs...
Would love to get paid for just a walk to my home,
Announcing the good news...
That the local utility offers because of their concern.
And...
IF they have that kind of money to throw away?
They can pay my entire bill monthy...
AND buy me a new car.
Hello?
Hello?
I must have said something wrong?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bill Bailey
Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come home
I've moaned the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, i'll pay the rent
I know i done you wrong
You remember that rainy evenin'
I threw you out....with nothin' but a fine tooth comb
Ya, i know i'm to blame, now... ain't it a shame
Bill bailey, won't you please come home
(instrumental break)
Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come on home
I've moaned that whole day long
I'll do all the cookin' honey, i'll even pay the rent
I know, that i have done you, oh so, wrong
You remember that rainy evenin'
I throwed you out, with nothin but a fine tooth comb
I know i'm to blame, now... ain't it a shame
So baby, won't you please come
I said now, won't you please come
Bill bailey, won't you please.... come on home
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There Is No Forcing Oneself On The Other
love is a democracy
it does not force itself upon other people's hearts
when it is welcomed
it enters the door and expects to be cared for
when it is time to leave
love knows how to make that graceful exit
it goes out the door of mutuality
leaves the room
leaves nothing
it closes the door slowly
there is no banging of anything
the words are kind
when it says goodbye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God Is The Entity
I don't live my life on a discounted escapade.
Every bill delivered to my address...
Has just my name on it.
And they all get paid.
Because I've arrived at an age,
It is expected I get assistance.
And whatever I get I like to think I'm deserving.
Since I've never lived with a selfishness.
And most of my life I've been in service to others.
And to others I have served.
Very few times I've accepted hand outs given to me.
Especially knowing how easy it is for others to speak falsities.
About what they do in quantity...
And neither quantity nor quality from them do I receive.
God is The 'Entity' that has blessed my life tremendously.
Of this I have witnessed with no pretensions to exist.
And those who have come to go out of my life...
From me they knew as one to give,
And any taking was done was in respected appreciation.
I don't live my life on a discounted escapade.
Every bill delivered to my address...
Has just my name on it.
And they all get paid.
And if anyone has ever thought,
My life has been one of a free ride?
Not one of them has a clue,
As to why I strut with pride with my head held high.
It is what I have inside of me that God has allowed.
And about this I am not confused.
In fact...
I may be accused of being 'too' proud!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can You Find Your Way Out, Alone
It is not alright...
To do as you please.
Because you are grown.
And I am not your daddy.
No.
It is not alright...
To disrespect me,
In front of your friends.
And you expect me to say nothing,
But sit and grin.
It's not alright...
To come home late.
After what you describe,
As a 'dinner' date.
And then within my listening distance...
Mumble under your breath,
About your feeling trapped.
And you wish to seek an end.
Guess what?
I wouldn't want you to go through,
More of that.
I'll take back my car keys.
The house keys.
My credit cards too!
Now...
You can just leave.
There is one thing I 'can' say about you...
I would never accuse you of being a fool.
You have a way of making those announcements,
Yourself.
Should I show you where to exit?
Or can you find your way out,
Alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Home
This place I once called home is no longer my home,
I am better off alone,
I know that you don’t care about me,
When you come home I am already stoned,
All you do is scream at me,
All you do is hit me when I don’t listen,
This is not my home,
I think I am better off alone,
By the time I come home I know that your not home,
When you get the chance all you do grape at me,
No matter how hard I have tried,
You were never satisfied,
This house is not home,
This place I once loved,
Now hated by few,
All you do is scream, grape, and hit me,
All I want to do is cut and bleed,
Yell and cry out all my tears,
This place is not my home,
I think I am better off alone.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Home Improvement
The walls that surround us
Are slowly crumblin' down
But the heart of this foundation
Is still on solid ground
Just needs some renovation and a lot of TLC
And a long night of lovin' is all that we both need
Chorus:
So roll the shades down
Lock the doors up tight
Turn on the code-a-phone
If the door bell rings
We'll just stay in bed and pretend nobody's home
Let the neighbors think we moved away
Or forgot to pay the rent
There ain't nothing wrong with this old house
It just needs a little home improvement
Every day we go our separate ways
To make our dreams come true
But it ain't worth the sacrifice
If we're giving up me and you
We gotta hold on tighter than tight
To the ties that make us strong
And get back to the roots
That made this house a home
Repeat Chorus Twice
song performed by by George Strait
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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