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Whatever!

Whatever the day brings...
Be prepared to say to someone,
'Whatever! '
It is bound to happen!
At those moments when you have had it,
With nonsense and bad habits
Of others who could care less
You are doing your very best...
To keep in a good mood!
Say, 'Whatever! '
And leave them that way!
It keeps them feeling
You've committed to something significant.
And the rest of your day will not be spoiled,
By gossip you know isn't fresh!
Especially when it begins,
In tones of whispered confidence!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You REALLY Need To find A Life To Live

'My' habits bore 'you'?
Well...
Is that fresh off the press?
Or...
Are you bragging or disgusted,
About you own activities?
And this to me you have confessed?
Or...
Should I be left feeling impressed?
Since I find what I do,
Just as exciting to me today...
As I did yesterday.
You don't mind if I ignore you,
And leave your comments to go unaddressed.
Do you?

On second thought...
Which one of my habits,
Happen to bore you the most?

'All of them.'

The you REALLY need to find a life to live.
Instead of trying to find a way to live mine.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fresh Feeling

You dont have a clue,
What it is like
To be next to you.
Im here to tell you,
That it is good,
That it is true.
Chorus:
Birds singing a song,
Old pain is peeling,
This is that fresh
That fresh feeling.
Words cant be that strong,
My heart is real,
This is that fresh,
That fresh feeling.
Try, try to forget,
Whats in the past,
Tomorrow is here.
Love on the sky above,
Lie in your way,
Theres nothing to fear.
Chorus
Some people are good,
? ? ? the hood,
So pure and so free.
I make a safe bed,
Youre gonna get,
Whatever you need.
Chorus
That fresh feeling.
This is that fresh feeling.

song performed by by Eels
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Devils Radio

Devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below
On the devils radio
I hear it through the day
Airwaves gettin filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro
On the devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Hes in the clubs and bars
And never turns it down
Talking about what he dont know
On the devils radio
Hes in your tv set
Wont give it a rest
That soul betraying so and so
The devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
(oh yeah) gossip, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) oh yeah, (oh yeah) gossip
Its white and black like industrial waste
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I dont hang out much
I wonder how you cant see
Hes in the films and songs
And on all your magazines
Its everywhere that you may go
The devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an eskimo igloo
Its all across our lives
Like a weed its spread
till nothing else has space to grow
The devils radio
Can creep up in the dark
Make us hide behind shades
And buzzing like a dynamo
The devils radio
(gossip) oh yeah, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) gossip, (gossip) gossip
Oh yeah, gossip I heard you on satans wireless
Gossip, oh yeah you know the devils radio, child
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip

song performed by by George Harrison
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You and I Have Yet to Cross Those Paths

You can not know what mood I am in.
You don't know me like that.

You base your opinions on what you hear.
Like others you know sharing gossip,
Customized for listening ears.

For years you've expressed what my attitudes are.
And visits to my home you believe,
Are excursions to pass judgement.

You can not know what mood I am in.
You don't know me like that.
I know I am hospitable,
Until my integrity is attacked.

And if that should happen,
It is not from a mood that I respond back.

I do not sit with wishes,
That others be put in their places quick.
And...
When I am the topic of a deceit that is falsified...
A mood from me is not what someone gets!
I am not into mood shifting.
Nor am I confrontational but I am direct.

What someone gets,
Is a regret they misinterpreted my persona.
And I ensure they get it corrected.
And 'that' I deliver not from a mood...
But necessity that comes to them,
With an understanding taught.
And a lesson learned I teach not to forget.

'Comprehension unmistaken,
Is best to get direct...
From the one who is the subject! '

You can not know what mood I am in.
You don't know me like that.
Since you and I have yet to cross those paths.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Referees?

I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?

And then there are those,
Who say they're always prepared.
If it doesn't come,
Whatever they are prepared for...
What would be the purpose to stay prepared?

'Just in case! '

Just in case?
Just in case of what?
Someone discovering,
They are a descendant of Mother Goose?
And the shoe they all lived in...
Was found to sit on an oil field?
And they have inherited wealth?

I don't know if I am ready or not.
And what would I not be ready for...
If I were to be ready?

I was told as a child to always do my best.
Because you never know...
What's going to happen.
And have clean underwear on!

The clean underwear I understand.
The rest of that I don't!
What's going to happen?
An 'accident'?
Well...
There goes the clean underwear theory!

What would be the purpose to stay prepared?
For whose benefit?
And when you are ready to deliver...
Will what you have prepared,
Be suitable for anyone's taste that is declared?
Suppose you know you have been ready.
And 'they' don't care how much you 'suppose'.
Who referees?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Short Term Gossip And The Gossip Hounds

Are people really so bored
with their own lives
especially in small rural towns
that other people's lives
must become common
run away gossip oh so much
more interesting than
theirs own off limits lives?

Nosy people are basically
exactly that just nosy
nosy people need
little provocation
little scent incentive
bait bloodhound
encouragement
to engage actively in
their favourite pass time.

But secretly
most people
are short term gossip
really they do not
care that much
most people
are rapid ready
to move on to
choice fresh gossip.

Thus it does not
leave many gossips
too worry about
the real blooded hound
an aristocratic sleuth
has a nose for trouble
prepared ever ready
to dig into choice dirt.

These specimens
of active inquiry
may be bothersome
when out about
on preferred case
when their nose
is out of joint
two strains truth
black and white
may be spiced
with imaginative
shades of grey.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Old Habits Die Hard

(graham lyle / terry britten)
Its my decision
You look my way
With innocent expression
Just as if to say
It would be easy
The mood is right
Forget for just one moment
Who we are tonight
I start
To weaken the musics strong
My conscience speaks, I know its wrong
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard
Temptation makes a fool out of us all
I made my mind up
It had to end
So why this indecision?
When youre close again
Oh, the thoughts appealing
I cant deny
With those old memories stealing
Back across my mind
I thought by now that the flame had gone
I realise that Im still holding on
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday, no
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard
Temptation makes a fool out of us all, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ill just keep holding on
Its easier said than done
(old habits die hard)
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday, no
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday, no
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Beauty is the ego’s food

Women, you don’t mind time and money,
In a bid to look good as long as you could,
And spend more on skin than for belly Why?

It gives you self-confidence.
You are in command of men.
Confidence brings you beauty.
Beauty brings you confidence
Both bring you youthfulness.Carry on.
04.03.2002, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No Fresh Game in the Fields

There is no fresh game in the fields.
The paupers have pounced
To leave not an ounce of dignity
Anyone could patronize!
The charity days have gone.
And so has every excuse played
To get 'over' on someone else.
It's awful...
But survival skills today
Are requiring much more,
Than mooching and fresh gossip.
Those who hunt with precision,
Are on the scene.
And if you can not carry
Thoughts you can use...
For those who can use them?
You will be lost to discover
Any around,
You can borrow!
There is no fresh game in the fields.
And you have not prepared yourself to play!
With the seriousness of tight lips,
Or the sense of urgency...
To sit and develop your own action.
You've been working on reactions for years.
And that has been outdated!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confidence?

Confidence?
You can regain and maintain it.
Keep it treasured and close to your chest.
Disconnect from the affects of stress.
With honesty and self respect...
And a desire to reflect,
Your very best without neglect.

Confidence?
Takes a deliberate wish,
To dismiss nonsense.
Convince yourself every moment you can...
You are more important,
Than the opinions of others...
Or your need for them to understand.
With a critiquing comprehension...
Way off base and quite off hand.

Confidence?
Are you one in between relationships?
Has your emotions been tested,
To leave you with feelings that are empty...
With wishes to erase a loneliness?
Tormented and forelorn,
As you inflict 'what ifs'...
To visit and keep you torn.

Are you one of those who sit,
To blame yourself for things gone wrong?
Refuse to admit this and forget!
Forgive yourself and others of misdeeds,
That had a beginning but no end to it!
Restore your confidence!
Seize it as a quest.
And feed your mind nothing less!

Think of yourself as a child on an adventure.
Discover something 'fresh' to digest,
As you allow your happiness to flow...
And manifest!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The We Poem and Other Compositions

We can not be us together.
Whenever the storm begins to break...
You want then to confuse.
Like raindrops in clear sky and bright Sun.
What is going on?
You refuse to be 'we' then.

A beginning of shade comes.
A building of a wall of ice...
Is felt.
You freeze me out!
Your shouts do not warm.
And you feel I should love to lick,
The biting lips of an icicle?
'Do you see...
Kick Me In The Butt,
Written anywhere on my forehead?
And you think that puts me in the mood...
To write a heartfelt sonnet,
Seduced filled opus...
Called 'The We Poem'? '

With sincere eye contact!

We can not be us together.
Whenever the storm begins to break...
You want then to confuse.
Like raindrops in clear sky and bright Sun.
What is going on?
You refuse to be 'we' then.

We can not be 'us' together.
If we can not stop opening the door to exit.
Instead of blocking nonsense from getting in.
Patient I've been.
I know this was no joke the first day we began.
Whenever we get like this...
Don't you see my right eyebrow lift?
Like this! ?
Is there anything familiar with that scene at all?
How about if I stood on the window ledge?
Or if I just sat there singing 'We've Only Just Begun'
In 'G' flat since that's the key you and I sang,
Duets.

I was two inches away from a window leap!
Thatclose from jumping out.
That mouth of yours with cold shoulders...
Fangs exposed,
And your fingernails reminded me of claws...
On moisterized hands.
Baby...
You can be frightening.
But I don't feel why there's a need to run.

'Could you see me writing 'The We Poem'
Running through a darkened tunnel...
Trying to escape from the scent of a lunatic?
I am not that creative!
Trust me.
And I am fearing for my life too? '
Baby...
You just ain't yourself,
This time of the month.

We don't have menstrual periods together.
God did not bring us together to have that experience!
Did He?
I am not that magical.
Not even for you.
But I can't seem to get away from 'that'.
An entrapment that keeps me hooked by magic.

I wish you knew the many moments I cried.
Wondering why I could not find the guts,
To leave you.
I would love to see us get a 'We Poem' done.
To rhyme with lines we recognize and dialogue.
We can not be us together.
Whenever the storm begins to break...
If we do not learn not to hesitate to show,
Steam heat should always be prepared to blow hot...
Dropping it to cool down.
Enough to touch without getting 3rd degree burns.
But you make me wish I had flight tickets.
Or could say, 'Abracadabra! Do me a quick disappearance! '
And I would be safe.
And you would be...
Free of me!

Why can't I find the guts to leave you?
Or write 'The We Poem'
And be done with it?
Why am I the one wanting more not to be 'about' us?
I know I should care.
But I am starting to care less.
Wanting more from you to be a WE, I guess.
Who knows?
I've already thought of other compositions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift

When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling In A Rendezvous Mood

Feeling in a.
Rendezvous mood.
Feeling a bit desperate about it too.

And only to myself,
Will I admit this.
And only to myself,
Will I even address it.

Feeling in a
Rendezvous mood.
Feeling a bit desperate about it too.
And only will I pat myself on the back.
For encouraging urges inside me like that.

Yet I'm too,
Given to have one on ones.
Too...
Selfish to share anyone.
And just too loyal to be about cheating.
Especially with another,
Who woos me to be fooled.

I'm just too
Committed to be sneaky.
Too.
Suspicious of that hit to miss.
Too.
Quick to fall in love.
To have someone tell me,
There is another one they are thinking of.

Feeling in a...
Rendezvous mood.
Feeling a bit desperate about it too.
And only will I pat myself on the back.
For encouraging urges inside me like that.

Yet I'm too,
Given to have one on ones.
Too
Selfish to share anyone.
And just too loyal to be about cheating.
Especially with another,
Who woos me to be fooled.

Feeling in a.
Rendezvous mood.
But just too loyal to be about cheating.
Especially with another,
Who woos me to be fooled.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moments after

Who know what will happen moment after?
Cries may be all over after day of joy and laughter
Destruction all over and mass slaughter
When hate spreads its wings and revenge there after

No one knows what is likely to take place
There may not be any body to offer solace
Better to prepare for worst to follow
Not let up or uncertainty allow

Who ever is alert is bound to succeed?
Careful planning cautiously proceed
May not yield what is expected
Danger may not take over as suspected

Half way is through if alertness is there
Easy solution and path way clear
Full confidence without any fear
Mental preparedness for hardship to bear

Life is full of uncertainty
No one is sure of its continuity
Happy moments should he shared fully
Life may believed in sense truly

“Leave all worries to me” I shall look
Every message is thus read in book
Why worry today when He is present?
Try for best which has got His consent

Life is continuity and noble mission
Needs some divine blessings with submission?
May be there lapses and emission with omission
Still lot of joy left with clear position

It may happen at destined hour
Nothing will be left to claim mine or your
This is one of simplest philosophy of life
Situation is not bad and time is ripe

Moments after and moments now
Hangs a balance for to act and how
If we can understand and manage
Road is open with clear message

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Makes Life Miserable!

What makes our life miserable?
Is it foot habits, or thought’s trouble?
Unhygienic food, sleepless nights or tiresome life
Or poverty, undernourishment or life riddled with strife

Even tree leaves fall in due process
Any business may fail if have no good access
Life may even end if not provided happiness
No shine can appear simply on face

Some of the good things can happen with little care
Addiction to any bad things can lead us no where
It will not only spoil good health but lave no room to spare
Death will be hastened and put whole family to scare

We have seen disastrous results from polluted air
It may have slow poison effect even on hair
The deadly smoke from puffs may dull the lungs
Life will be imbalanced and simply hung

All habits are good for leading a descent way
That may help you to stay within and not drag you away
Reasonable accommodation with good behavior is lovely example
Happy leading and joyous life can make it memorable

You be addicts to natural things
Think of birds with strong wings
Look at sky and stars with their greatness
How much good feeling we have at their vastness

We should not limit or curtail ourselves
Attempt should not be made to aggravate the health with stress
What would happen if you remain addiction free?
Life will grow with all green branches like tree

Not only life will be made comfortable to family members
Your contribution and care will be remembered
Addiction may not only spoil the cord of family bond
But dry up every resources that is within like pond

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Moments

Come on love
Lets forget about all the things that weve done wrong
Just remember all of the things that weve done right
Im in no mood to argue and Im in no mood to fight
So let the tears pass you by
Dont you cry, dont you cry, dont you cry
And I aint gonna let this big world get me down
I gotta learn to keep a hold of my head and keep my feet on the ground
Moments of ecstatic happiness
And the moments of stress that we had better forget
But love, I gotta feeling that Ive said it all before
I said it before
I say Ill never do you wrong but then I go and do the same again
I dont know why, dont know why
Dont know why, dont know why, dont know why
We gotta learn to share these moments in our lives
And never let it get us down, we gotta put up a fight
Moments to remember all our lives
From the first brief hello to the last good-bye
I say Ill never do you wrong but then I go and do the same again
I dont know why, dont know why
Dont know why, dont know why, dont know why
We gotta learn to share these moments in our lives
And never let it get us down, we gotta put up a fight
Moments to remember all our lives
From the first brief hello to the last good-bye

song performed by by Kinks
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A Bad Goodbye

Ive been bound to leave you, weve known that for awhile
Im sure its something I cant do if I cant leave you with a smile
I dont know how far Ill have to go til Im sure those eyes wont cry
And in my mind Ive left enough to know that I cant leave you
With a bad goodbyegoodbye, easier said than done
Goodbye, theres no good when youre the one
Whose goodbye you swore would never come
And in my goodbye youre finding none
Im still bound to leave you, I surely dont know how
My heart wont let me put you through
What my mind says should happen now
I dont know where well go from here, there may be no way to fly
And the cloud Im in just makes it all too clear that I cant leave you
With a bad goodbye
Repeat chorus
How can we be so far between where we are and one more try
And any way I look, Ive only seen that I cant leave you
With a bad goodbye

song performed by by Clint Black
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Black Market White Baby Dealer

My black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me
Clean, fresh white babies to me
My black market white baby dealer
Is rooting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Kidnaps clean, fresh white babies for me
Clean, fresh white babies for me
My smile is dime a dozen
My lips are cherry red
My eyes are blue like the sky is blue
I got good shoulders under my head
I look like your mother
I look like your great-aunt
So sit me down in the family photo
And everyone tells me that i, I look just like you
My black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me
He brings back
Oh my god, he brings back
He brings back clean, fresh, white expensive babies
He brings back
Oh charlie, he brings back
He brings back clean, fresh, white expensive babies
I come post-production
I dont need natal care
Im already fully assembled
Down to the very last part, its all there
So take me to your family
So take me to your home
Buddy, take me in as your next generation
And Ill take you out of the lost one and into mine
My black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me
Clean, fresh white babies to me
Clean, fresh white babies to me

song performed by by Liz Phair
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My Life

My life
Can be challenged and diffcult
We all that bad and good days
I can’t give up on myself because
It’s not going good or my way
I shouldn’t let anyone make my choices
I’m not going to listen to them
All of is nonsense and they're waste of time to me
It my decision that going happen in
My life
There is no time to lose
Life is too short to do that
You don’t realized it until something tragedy happen
I’m sick and tired of sitting at home and doing nothing all day
Staring at clock won’t make it go by fast
Time to go out there and achieve my dreams
That what I’m here for
As well have fun like partying
Wohooo come on this
My life
I’m going live this way
I will chill and enjoy the summer
I want to try new adventures and new things
I want to see what I’m good and not good at
I have no time to waste
I want to travel and see whole world
Anything is possible is you just believe it
Hey who can’t blame me
This is
My life
Not your
So live it to fullest and what’s going to happen is up to me
I’m 18 years old
It’s laid in my hand
There is going to be time when I’m down,
Other time I be all happy and good mood
There is nothing going stop me and going bring me down because they are jerk
Nothing to worry about them, but me
I have no regrets, now I finally forget the pasts and memories of you for good
I feel so good again
Summer has changes me and
My life
If you need me I’m not here right now
I’m out having good time
Seven days a week
I’m going live this way and is
My life
Times where I’m going to lose and win
Is ok I’m fine with it
I go with flow
Is rocking right now and good life I have now
My life

poem by Christina Phan
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Addicted to Sugar

so many have committed themselves
to nonsense and bs.
when confronted with the realities
of their efforts and conditioning process,
they become upset...
looking for solutions and answers.
and that is not going to happen,
since everyone is addicted to sugar
and painless remedies!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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