Where Did the Whistle Blowers Go?
Where did the whistle blowers go?
Those who spoke truth,
Like those troops who fought...
In pursuit to protect.
Returning to a homeland,
Where they are shown disrespect...
And much neglect.
By those who champion insanity!
Not humanity.
Where did the whistle blowers go?
Those who attempted to show and keep you,
From being 'downsized' with jobs 'outsourced'.
The ones you were convinced,
To divorce while you sat to straddle fences.
It all now makes sense doesn't it?
But it is clear the ones you help to rid...
Aren't near to hear or support to share your whine!
Leaving you with plenty of time,
To do that effectively alone on your own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dismissed Fortune Tellers
Time changes that,
Which is believed set in stone.
It's less traumatic today to awaken with amnesia.
Than to witness the wonders of discovery,
Widen the eyes of those devoted to tales told...
Vanishing as truth of events unfold.
While those whistle blowers are being reminisced,
As dismissed fortune tellers.
'In your future I see...
Several hands,
Other than yours...
Playing more than a game of pool,
In your pockets.'
~Stop it.
Were you passed over for a raise you expected? ~
Not to initiate discussions of pervert activity,
But some people became quite offended...
By the thought of someone else,
Tossing big balls around discreetly.
Whistle blowers became labelled...
As those disgruntled,
That nothing was slipped in their pockets...
To keep them hushed.
So they were slandered as liars and crushed.
And to the exits...rushed!
'Those were the days my friend.
Days that came to an end for those snoopers of greed,
Sitting high in executive seats.
And found noticebly cheating to bring more into their homes,
Besides a dozen of eggs and bacon.'
These rats had acquired taste to build their own cheese factories.
Time changes that,
Which is believed set in stone.
It's less traumatic today to awaken with amnesia.
Than to witness the wonders of discovery,
Widen the eyes of those devoted to tales told...
Vanishing as truth of events unfold.
While those whistle blowers are being reminisced,
As dismissed fortune tellers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think superheroes today are like whistle blowers.
quote by Robert Englund
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The Man Of Maddness
The man of madness
How can I describe the craziness
Forgetting his wallet on his back seat
Screaming at some lady cause they double charged him for his coffee
Keeping every single receipt
Penny pinching with deceit
Paying his employees
What he wants
When he wants
The American forced into slavery
Good honest jobs are just so hard to find
Whistle blowers aren't treated to kind
Top dollar is a figment of the mind
Faster faster
Do you jump while being held at finance gunpoint
Do you say I won't and ask for a raise
Or to be paid legally as you are.
Robbing from the taxes of the already poor
7.25 over, and 2.75 under.
Never truly work enough to collect unemployment
Hes a.d.d. and has very little routine
All I want to do is scream.
So many holes he slivers through
Money laundering in Florida.
Just get them to write the check out to you
Have your mother cash it.
Yeah that will do.
Yeah the IRS has no clue.
For they have already audited you
Squeaky clean so it seems.
Never repair or fix any equipment.
Just so rigged, its just your employees after all.
No lunch or 15 minute breaks
Lovely are the 14 hour days
No time and half
all extra hours will be banked for the week in which need
This is my boss
This is my job
This is what pays my bill
No thrills in the thought of this
For it makes me ill
Here just give me that pill
All the insanity will be healed
June 21 2011
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Wasn't It Sold a Long Time Ago
Why are people so alarmed?
And what is it are they wishing to take back?
And from whom?
Integrity?
When did they lose it,
And who took that away?
Dignity and pride?
The last time I witnessed that...
It was on life support.
And I don't think they were able,
To bring any of it back.
Let's see...mmm,
Oh yeah,
Humanity?
Remember when homelessness, poverty and hunger
Were all associated with the inner city folks?
Now everybody wants to get into the act.
But...
Humanity?
Still has taken two or three steps back!
Why are people so alarmed?
And what is it are they wishing to take back?
And from whom?
Jobs and...well, jobs!
Remember the terms downsized and outsourced?
Can you say...
Betrayal and deceit?
And add corporate greed to that.
High prices?
Low or no wages!
The economy is on the brink.
Banks are closing.
And...
No one dares to mention truth.
Or the pollution done to the environment.
Why are people so alarmed?
And what is it are they wishing to take back?
And from whom?
Well...
Not too many are far away from ignorance.
So that can't be what they are wishing to take back.
And if it is the country they refer to?
Wasn't it sold a long time ago...
When racism was used as a distraction?
This country has been ripped to shreds!
With few wishing to prioritize,
A patching of this quilt done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whistle by Flo-Rida
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby (ohh baby ohh baby poooo)
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
I'm betting you like bebop
And I'm betting you love creep mode
And I'm betting you like girls that give love to girls
And stroke your little ego
I bet you're guilty your honor
But that's how we live in my genre
When I hell I pay the rottweiler
There's only one flo, and one rida
I'm a damn shame
Order more champagne, pull a damn hamstring
Tryna put it on ya
Bet your lips spin back around corner
Slow it down baby take a little longer
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
It's like everywhere I go
My whistle ready to blow
Shorty don't leave a note
She can get any by the low
Permission not approved
It's okay, it's under control
Show me soprano, cause girl you can handle
Baby we start snagging, you come in part clothes
Girl I'm losing wing, my bucatti the same road
Show me your perfect pitch,
You got it my banjo
Talented with your lips, like you blew out candles
So amusing, now you can make a whistle with the music
Hope you ain't got no issue, you can do it
Give me the perfect picture, never lose it
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
Go girl you can work it
Let me see your whistle while you work it
I'mma lay it back, don't stop it
Cause I love it how you dropp it, dropp it, dropp it, on me
Now, shorty let that whistle blow
Yeah, baby let that whistle blow
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
poem by Shi Yelami
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Gonna Get Back Home Somehow
(words & music by doc pomus - mort shuman)
Hear that old train whistle
Howling in the night
If that flyers southbound
Everything will be all right
Im leaving now, leaving now, leaving now,
Im gonna get back home somehow
Dont nobody tell me
Babys been untrue
If shes been unfaithful
I dont know what Ill do
Im leaving now, leaving now, leaving now
Im gonna get back home somehow
Never thought that I could miss her so
I never thought I could , now I know
The sound of the old train whistle
Makes me want to cry
Reminds me of that lonely feeling
When I said goodbye
Im leaving now, leaving now, leaving now
Im gonna get back home somehow
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Train Long Gone
(Gone!) Well, I hate how that word
Rattles all around in this room
(Alone,) with a memory so strong
I could sweep it up with a broom.
(Tears,) if I shed anymore I'm afraid
They might wear out my face
(Clear,) Yes, It's clear to me now
That her love can never be replaced.
Love may be gone but never forgotten
The memory won't leave you alone
And the train may be long gone from the station
But you still hear the whistle moan.
Still hear the whistle moan.
--- Instrumental ---
(Time,) time got so slow and thick
That the clock hardly ticks anymore
(Crime,) it's a crime how I sit here
And stare like a dog at the door.
(Blame,) Aw yes, I'll take the blame
I admit I did not treat her right
(Shame,) It's a shame laying here
All alone on this cold, windy night.
Love may be gone but never forgotten
The memory won't leave you alone
And the train may be long gone from the station
But you still hear the whistle moan.
Still hear the whistle moan.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh.
Love may be gone but never forgotten
The memory won't leave you alone
And the train may be long gone from the station
But you can still hear the whistle moan.
Still hear the whistle moan.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Something To Get Done For Somebody
Many people have done one thing,
Most of their lives.
Get up-go to work-and go home!
Get up-go to work-and go home!
Get up-go to work-and go home!
Until they are awarded a gift...
To show an appreciation,
For their dedicated madness.
Those who make it.
Those who are downsized with jobs outsourced...
Their loyalty gets them a pink slip.
Or a promise to fit them in anywhere.
If there is space left.
And if they don't mind sitting behind a brick wall,
To put in their time for a lower pay.
And to keep in mind...
They still have jobs that accomplishes 'something'.
Something to get done for somebody!
Until the time comes to retire from it.
Or get fired.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pan American
I have heard your stories about your fast trains
But now Ill tell you about one all the southern folks have seen|g
Shes the beauty of the southlands listen to that whistle scream
Its that pan american on her way to new or-leans.
She leaves cincinnati headin down that dixie line
When she passes that nashville tower you can hear that
Whistle whine
Stick your head right out the window and feel that southern breeze
Your on that pan american on her way to new or-leans.
If your ever in the south lands and want to see the scenes
Just get your self a ticket on that pan american queen
Theres louivill nashville montgomery the captal of ala-bam
You pass right through then all when your new orleans bound.
She leaves cincinnati headin down that dixie line
When she passes that nashville tower you can hear that
Whistle whine
Stick your head right out the window and feel that southern breeze
Your on that pan american on her way to new or-leans.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Wendell Gee
Thats when wendell gee takes a tug
Upon the string that held the line of trees
Behind the house he lived in
He was reared to give respect
But somewhere down the line he chose
To whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows, with me
He had a dream one night
That the tree had lost its middle
So he built a trunk of chicken wire
To try to hold it up
But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin
And when he climbed inside
There wasnt even time to say
Goodbye to wendell gee
So whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows, with me
If the wind were colors
And if the air could speak
Then whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows
song performed by by REM
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Whistler
Ill buy you six bay mares to put in your stable ---
Six golden apples bought with my pay.
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune,
But I must be gone by the seventh day.
So come on, Im the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
Whistle along on the seventh day.
All kinds of sadness Ive left behind me.
Manys the day when I have done wrong.
But Ill be yours for ever and ever.
Climb in the saddle and whistle along.
So come on, Im the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
Whistle along on the seventh day.
Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
Well find the speck of truth in each riddle.
Hold the first grain of love in our hands.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle
I was ridin' Number Nine,
Headin' south from Caroline.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
Got in trouble, had to roam,
Left my gal an' left my home.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
Just a kid, actin' smart,
I went and broke my darling's heart,
I guess I was too young to know.
They took me off the Georgia Main,
Locked me to a ball and chain.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
All alone I bear the shame,
I'm a number, not a name.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
All I do is set [sic] an' cry
When the evenin' train goes by.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
I'll be locked here in this cell
Till my body's just a shell
An' my hair turns whiter than snow.
I'll never see that gal of mine.
Lord, I'm in Georgia doin' time.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Is The Kool-Aid Being Packaged With Crack?
High paying jobs,
Returning back to these shores?
After those same jobs were outsourced,
By greedy business owners...
To increase 'their' bottom line?
And doing it with the cheapest labor force,
They can find?
Is the kool-aid being packaged with crack?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Machine Churning Above
I do not care for political scandal and intrigues
because only those with the same moral guilt,
the same capacity for wrongdoing, throw the
stones, whenever they come to power they
become worse dictators
People blaming others for what is wrong just wait
to sing their own song of corruption - I appreciate
them playing games and wish them luck; whistle-
blowers take over from those they sack, no reform
possible in a world where
The morally pure never accuse and never enter
politics, the poor will always be helpless as moguls
play with money and might, I refuse to join any camp
as the game is to become the next powerful despot
and use the poor masses
As fodder to feed the machine churning above, no
self-righteous person can accuse another as we all
have the same ability to commit the same crimes
given that the same circumstances apply to us all…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Whistle blew
Whistle blew
Whistle blew
And blew.
Time to introspect came
And we all
Left the place.
Whistle blew
And it is no use.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Requiem
Far too many are forgiving.
And sacrificial.
Positioned to allow,
Breath as we know it to breathe.
They feel.
Bleed and silently scream.
Few are seen being thanked.
Or properly are they given a requiem.
These are our trees!
Protecting.
And cringing...
From the mindless disrespect.
And yet...
From Sunrise to Sunset,
Each raindropp that falls upon them...
Whether Pine needles or leaves,
Of the Oak, Birch or Maple.
And so many others unnoticed.
Or caring less,
If they aren't addressed by name.
Still they stand tall through it all!
Receiving a nourishment that feeds.
And they remain steadfast...
Even if they are not given,
The benefit of a passing glance.
With loyalty...
They are in support,
Of our unconscious values!
We have abused!
And willfully aborted.
These are our trees!
Our trees on this Earth...
Allowing us to breathe,
Freely.
As they protect.
And probably cringe...
From the mindless disrespect.
With a neglect,
And a thoughtlessness accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Leaves On a Tree
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
There is so much truth in honesty too!
Don't you think?
Some people don't believe this.
They percieve truth,
As something they can create.
Something they can change,
When they feel it is out of date.
Some people even lie.
This is true.
Some tell different colored ones...
Just to prove the 'real' ones,
Aren't what they tell to undo!
Some people embellish,
And exaggerate themselves.
Knowing with a consciousness,
Truth and honest...
Does not within them dwell.
They are the ones,
Who love to dance and sing around the bush.
Beat it a few times with assisted innocent looks.
Then expect to be forgiven...
To escape a punishment.
Like children told over and over,
Not to do something done.
But do...
And yet expect not to get caught,
When in clear view.
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We will not support returning Fannie and Freddie to the role they played before conservatorship, where they fought to take market share from private competitors while enjoying the privilege of government support.
quote by Timothy Geithner
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The Whistle's Dirge
The dog trod the path
Towards the den.
The hunter sounded his whistle
Towards the dog.
The rarefaction and compression
Of the whistle sound,
Like the rustling of forest leaves
And the howling of passing wind,
Journeyed hollow through its ears.
The hunter's whistle sings its dirge,
Sooner, the dog is bathed in blood.
poem by Adeoye Adetoba
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