We 'Was' But Aint No 'Mo
What is your point?
I've already revealed,
Where my priorities are.
It is no secret.
You sought to be convinced.
And nothing done I could do,
Would prevent your determination.
You wanted me to choose.
I did.
You believed you were giving me a choice,
To make.
And I was then finding for you the time.
Valued not faked!
Now for you,
I am not finding time...
Or patience for explanations.
We 'was' but aint no 'mo!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing us but only in between us
In finding you
I find me, in looking for you
You look for me, so in finding you finding me,
We finally find out, there is nothing us but only
You and me finding you and me, there is really
No us, just some things between us, always finding
You and me finding you always finding two
Not one, nothing one, but always two, a separate
You finding me and me finding you in this search in futility
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finding it-LOVE
Finding it is so hard and is rare
Finding it sometimes takes years
Finding it is something that should be handled with care
Finding it can bring you laughter instead of tears
Finding it can make you happy and free
Finding it can open the LOVE in your heart
Finding it will open your eyes to see
That one you do find it, you will see it has done its part
By Frank Pulver
poem by Frank Pulver
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You are where you've been
You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.
You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.
You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.
You are where you've been.
And there is absolutely nothing,
That has remained the same.
And you giving in to what has begun,
Will not bestow upon you a patience...
From those empathetic with explanations,
Slowly participating in a show and tell.
That bling side of life you liked and kept polished...
Has been blemished by those ideals,
You hung onto too long.
And the fading of those times are gone.
You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.
You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.
You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finding Out
Theres something wrong, I cant get my finger on it
I must be looking over something
Sometimes at night Ive had to fight with this emptiness
Its been so hard to see, theres something more than this
Im finding out, Im finding out
Yeah it took a little ti me to get what love was about
But honey Im coming round
Im finding out
Ive had enough of all this hard core loneliness
I dont think pain is so romantic
Im just a working man
I feel each day go by
I couldnt understan d I was too weak to fight
But Im finding out, Im finding out
It took a little time for me to stand up and shout
But honey Im coming round, Im finding out
I have to thank you baby, honey I must confess
You have pulled me from this river of loneliness
Im finding out, baby Im finding out
Yeah it took a little time to get what love was about
But honey Im coming round
Im finding out
song performed by by Tom Petty
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The Secret of Life
The artist picked his career
With the intention of just being good.
Finding that to get what you seek
You cannot just be good,
'Would I have picked this job, ' he thought,
'Had I known what now I know,
That there is bad in what I sought? '
He had a go at doing
What a teacher said,
Using glue,
Using lots of glue,
But finding still
Some goodness left,
Used only glue instead.
Asked for his finding
On the secret of life,
He admitted he hadn't a clue,
'But I know where it has to lie,
It can only lie in the binding.'
poem by Douglas Scotney
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No Two Ways About It
(greg barnhill/kim carnes/vince melamed)
I walked into the club last night
I hadnt been there for so long
Thinking foolishly I might find you sitting all alone
But oh how dreams lie
When she put her arms around you
And I watched you close your eyes
Aint no two ways about it, something here had changed
Aint no going back now, to that same old same
Used to be, you were always there for me
Now theres one thing I know, thats when to cash em in
God I hate to lose you, but theres no way I can win
And Im finding out, aint no two ways about it now
The lights were not too dim to see what was really going on
As the truth occurred to me, the band began to play our song
And you swirled her across the floor
But the thing that got me most
Was when you waltzed her out the door
Aint no two ways about it, something here had changed
Aint no going back now, to that same old same
Used to be, you were always there for me
Now theres one thing I know, thats when to cash em in
God I hate to lose you, but theres no way I can win
And Im finding out, aint no two ways about it now
Now theres one thing I know, thats when to cash em in
Oh, God I hate to lose you, but its looking like the end
And Im finding out, aint no two ways about it
Finding out, aint no two ways about it now
Oh, aint no two ways
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Boy/girl
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
Boy-girl
Finding out
Im finding out the things
That Ive been talking about
Im finding all the things
That Ive been missing out
Finding all the things
I lose my mind
Sometimes fall behind
You and I we live on the big ship
And time goes by
You make up and I believe a ladys lie
The skinheads call it strawberries and cream
Sometimes I scream
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
Boy-girl
We go out
A picture or a disco or a roundabout
I walk you home, I hold you there
Youre giving out
I open doors so I can shut your face
Know your place
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
Boy-girl
You can take me in your hand
Stand back, leave me, come in
Up and down and all around
You will sideways to the ground
Boy-girl, boy-girl
When a boy meets a girl
[repeat until end]
song performed by by U2
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Love Ain't Nothing But A Four Letter Word
She was waiting alone at the station praying for her train to arrive
Thinking bout her destination, the tattered bag had all she had in life
She turned her back on her family, she turned her back on her friends
She turned her back on a married man when she took off that wedding band
She said, Im giving up, silver clouds have turned to grey
Had enough, theres got to be a better way
Giving up, you know youve gotta walk
Theres some things in life still worth fighting for
Aint no big secret so forget all you heard
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
For some its for better, for some its for worse
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing
This time he said was the last time, last time he said just the same
In your heart you know that theyll be a next time
That your battered bones would have to explain
Givin up, nothings changing but the score
Had enough, every night love turns to war
Give it up, gave it all and wanted more
It aint nothing worth dying for
Its no big secret so forget all you heard
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
For some its a blessing, for some its a curse
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing
Forget your mamas rosary beads to get you through this time of need
You know you gotta cross that line
You take it one day at a time
Had enough, the silver clouds all turning grey
Im heading for a better day
No big secret so forget all you heard
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
For some its for better, for some its for worse
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing (it aint nothing now, baby)
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing (nothing now, baby)
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing...
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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I'm Finding Time to Make More Of It Mine
No reasons do I have left,
To express an accessibility.
Nor are my ears available,
For empathetic listening.
I'm finding time to make more of it mine.
Patience I have no more,
To explore avenues to be of assistance.
I make sure I am distanced.
My own needs will no longer be ignored.
I've learned if others are aware you are there...
For them to dropp whatever they wish.
They will do it.
Like a habit done that has been approved!
I've learned from some enough can't be done!
And forget needing them.
You'll experience each season...
From a Summer breeze, leaves falling from trees
Winter snow and budding in the Spring...
When flowers begin to grow.
No reasons do I have left,
To express an accessibility.
Nor are my ears available,
For empathetic listening.
I'm finding time to make more of it mine.
Patience I have no more,
To explore avenues to be of assistance.
I make sure I am distanced.
My own needs will no longer be ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Tired Of Giving It
I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.
I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.
It seems.
Time and understanding,
With an empathy that feeds...
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
A listening ear,
To comprehend my feelings.
Maybe I shouldn't even be near...
To have a dumping of a pity appear.
I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
Tired of giving it,
Empathy...
No one gives to me.
I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,
With a showing of impatience.
Tired of giving up,
Time.
Tired of giving up,
Patience.
I'm tired of hoping to find...
Some peace-of-mind.
I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,
With a showing of impatience.
Tired of giving up,
Time.
Tired of giving up,
Patience.
I'm tired of hoping to find...
Some peace-of-mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Better Off Blue
(susan longacre/walt aldridge)
Whos that knocking in the middle of the night
With a hand full of flowers to make it all right
If youre thinking Ill forgive you one more time
I aint that lonely and love aint that blind
Id be better off blue for a couple of nights
Better blue now than the rest of my life
Better off finding somebody new
After what you put me through
Baby, Im better off blue
Wasnt it you who said it was over
Now youre out there wanting back in
Its the same old book with a brand new cover
Id have to be crazy to read it again
Id be better off blue for a couple of nights
Better blue now than the rest of my life
Better off finding somebody new
After what you put me through
Baby, Im better off blue
Better off blue as a midnight hour
Blue as the heart of a red hot flame
Better than buying your lame excuses
Praying somehow someday youll change
Id be better off blue for a couple of nights
Better blue now than the rest of my life
Better off finding somebody new
After what you put me through
Baby, Im better off blue
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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To Never Again Be Continued
There are limits to playing one's fool.
And the odds are against,
The one mistaking another...
To be tolerant.
With an abundance of patience.
There are limits to playing one's fool.
And the odds are against,
The one finding that a dropping out of sight...
Without showing signs of regret,
Becomes solidified as time goes by.
A taking from another giving,
And with selfish disrespect...
Ends with a definite conclusion.
To never again be continued,
As a means to use as if expected.
One monkey may not stop a show.
But that monkey who has left the scene,
Has probably determined that a giving of time...
And patience spent has not been beneficial,
With a returning of appropriate dividends.
Alas...
With a lassitude that debilitates a fatiquing trashed,
There are no arguments to welcome.
And none offered again to pass to enfeeble.
Not on 'this' watch to sap strength to weaken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Qualified To Do
The only thing that qualifies most who are not scutinized,
Are looks of images created to project and portray...
What is wished to be perceived and believed.
And unfortunately for others who are microscoped,
Competence, looks and intelligence together,
Are rarely in the mix when images are created...
To meet expectations that rely on accountability.
This just doesn't happen when folks seek mediocrity.
Since it isn't publicly revealed,
Only images are sought to appeal.
People of intelligence present threats to the status quo!
And although those who prefer to go unchallenged,
Are often the ones selecting image over substance...
To address their standards that are valued,
They are often given an attention to debate...
Without reason,
Why their insults placed upon responsible folks...
Should merit a listening to their fault finding.
The only real thing image seekers are qualified to do!
And insist with persistence their 'senses' are common.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Oneself is Known
In the finding of self,
It matters not where or when it is done.
In the finding of oneself.
That 'is' the achievement that comes,
One has won.
And in the finding of self,
Perceptions of others.
Of who that self found should be,
Can not be compared to a comfort known within.
That begins and no one else can see.
But what is known that comes eventually,
Is a feeling that is centered.
And from a core that is believed.
Leaving wherever the place one goes,
Not a place to seek in the search for self.
When oneself is known this shows.
And 'in' no one else,
Can one find self to be shown.
So many seek different environments,
To qualify what they can not identify inside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After Tonight
Staring up at the moonlight
Looking up at the stars
Im alone and I just want to be with you
But I dont know where you are
Maybe I took you for granted
So blind, I let your love slip away
Now Im missing you so much I cant stand it
Please believe me when I say,
After tonight, I never will be the same again
This time Im sure that nothing means more
Than giving you all the love I can
After tonight I promise, Im gonna be a better man
Just hold me tight, and Ill be all right
After tonight
Anticipating the moment
When I can make love with you again
Patience is a virtue Im finding
Very hard to understand
After tonight, I will never be the same again
This time Im sure that nothing means more
Than giving you all the love I can
After tonight I promise, Im gonna be a better man
Just hold me tight, and Ill be all right
After tonight
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Wedded Bliss at Christmas Time
Irony of Ironies there is wedded bliss
The time of giving and receiving
The time to see the down-troddened, the disenfranchised
Opening presents with gleefulness
Bringing change to family systems
Whoa what a christmas
Enveloping riches, embracing harmony
Loving, hating, giving, receiving
Oh Irony of Irony
Lets celebrate the day withe gladness and joy
Gratitude and mercy
Finding unity in our family of choice
poem by Kimberly Anderson
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Every Hour I Have Is Precious
You said you would be here.
And gave a time when you would arrive.
That time passed.
I did not get upset.
I elected to believe you had other priorities.
Since you did not call me to confirm that!
A week had gone by...
And you left a message on my answering service.
I did not call right away,
Since at the time I had priorities.
I called you when I could.
And when I expressed that...
You believed I was upset!
I was not upset at all.
At least I did call!
I spoke the truth.
I had something else to do!
And you weren't on the agenda!
There is nothing in my life,
I have put on hold...
For anyone to make a decision,
How best to use my time!
Certainly not to play tag!
Every hour I have is precious.
Obviously...
I am the only one that feels that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tired (Soon)
tired.....
of fighting tooth and nail
just trying to survive.
of standing up
and getting knocked down,
again and again....
of feeding one of the hungry
and turning to an empty pot.
of doing the right thing,
and being accused of the wrong.
of staying true to convictions,
and losing it all....
of helping someone up,
finding i dont have enough hands.
of taking the time to care,
finding it's not enough.....
giving all that i've got,
and it's still not enough.....
of sleeping alone,
or not sleeping at all;
something's gonna change.....
soon!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Just Like Each Season Witnessed
If you are not living your life to the fullest,
In the HERE and NOW...
You will not be convinced about 'tomorrow'.
Because those expectations have yet to be accepted.
Those who grieve over yesterdays gone,
Wish to share their stagnation...
With someone who will give them time,
To empathize with a fixed mind wasting time!
And time...
Most people are finding,
Does not play favorites.
It keeps on ticking until someone unwittingly,
Believes for them time does not stop!
It does.
Just like each season witnessed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Direct
I don't know if it was aging,
Or its process...
That increased my desire,
To ensure a peace of mind I found...
Stayed in place.
Or if it began creating itself,
Over time.
And I sought ways to prioritize,
Its importance.
But I will admit this,
The finding of it found...
Has today with me lived to exist.
And being direct is an added bonus,
That allows me to use my age...
To guarantee any nonsense from me stays away.
And this I have noticed...
Without one word from me to say,
I can raise just 'one' eyebrow...
To get my point across.
Either with a frown or a smile,
It does not seem to matter.
Only those who have experienced this,
Can appreciate the value and the benefits...
Of aging with a peace of mind.
And being direct to protect what one has,
To classify it as valued...
Seems to get more respect when one has clearly aged.
However,
There are some exceptions!
Those who do not seem to age gracefully,
Do appear to attract and nag with exurberance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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