Who Said That First?
'I'm going to say something foolish! '
YOU?
That's impossible.
'Seriously.
Why don't you listen to me sometimes.
Instead of acting as if you know so much.
Can't you at least 'pretend',
You are paying me 'some' attention? '
I'll do the best I can.
And...
Get set.
On your mark!
GO.
'Why are you giving me that look? '
Comeon.
Be serious.
Can't you be serious?
At least this one time.
Stop giving me that blank look.
That wide eyed stare.
Comeon...
Stop it! '
Well...
I 'tried to pay you 'some' attention.
That didn't work.
And then I tried to pretend,
I had amnesia.
That didn't work either.
Let's see...
That's about...
Three minutes total time.
You need more time than that?
'This is going nowhere! '
And 'who' said that first?
Didn't I tell you that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Use It Or You'll Lose It
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Putting off today,
For tomorrow...
May from you disappear,
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Excuses made to hesitate,
Only dissipates what is real.
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Waiting for a day to remove double chins,
Or...
Praying someday you'll appear more thin,
Is...
Self defeating.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jump Up With It
It is time you recognize,
And maximize the living your life.
If you jump up with it.
And do not sit.
To feel the best you can.
And open up your eyes,
Like you should.
And get that taste.
Don't hesitate.
If you just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
No need to compromise.
Or apologize for the living your life.
Get rid of that feeling and do it quick.
Stick it to 'em,
And comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Live your life and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Don't give in and quit.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Let it go and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
It's time you recognize,
And maximize the living your life.
If you jump up with it.
And do not sit.
Don't quit!
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't quit!
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Rejoice and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
This is your life.
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
This is your life.
Rejoice and comeon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Father Boy
Oh Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You didn’t see the signs
You didn’t hear a thing did you
Oh Father Boy, my dear
You didn’t see, you didn’t look, you didn’t listen either
You didn’t try to understand
You didn’t take the time
You weren’t a Father, Father Boy, you weren’t a Father, Father.
Oh Father Boy, Father Boy
When a Father has a Boy
To be a Father, Father see
You have to see the Boy
The Boy inside the Father
And the Father in the Boy
But Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You just didn’t pay attention
For a Boy to be a Father, Father
He cannot be a Father Boy.
(Previously published in Megaera, #4, Fall 2000)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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They Want You To Pay Them Attention
Why aren't you paying them any attention?
'Who? '
The ones ignoring you.
'Huh? '
Yeah!
They want you to pay them attention,
So they can ignore you.
'But...
Isn't that what they are doing? '
YES!
But you are not expected to show,
You could care less about it!
'Oh...
I see.
So...
Maybe they are the ones seeking attention,
And giving it to me...
In the hopes I notice it.
But pretend I don't suspect it is from them.'
I don't know!
Is that the message you want me to deliver?
'Huh?
When did the minding of my own business,
Become their focus? '
Don't ask me!
I was told to get you to look their way.
So they can ignore you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sub-Standard Is The Giving Of My Love
Sub-standard to you is the giving of my love.
Do you remember when it see-sawed,
Between excellent and moderate?
Before below sub-par it went.
And your nagging sent me away quite a bit.
For days at a time!
And I returned looking and feeling exuberant.
With no explanation how my joyous time was spent.
Sub-standard to you is the giving of my love.
And I agree the taste of it has been irregular.
With a flavor leftover,
Even the cat turns away.
Sour it is and sits in decay.
Yet when I gave it you thought it to be mixed,
With foolish gift giving and childish nonsense.
Close I came to dipping your chocolate mints in cement.
And today you demand why I express not interest?
I get a better response when I shake an empty paper bag,
While sitting alone on a park bench.
Surrounded by squirrels giving me at least 'some' attention.
And all I have to do is to pretend I am there to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Handle
Theirs thing’s I can handle
But you not being around is one of them
Day in day out I wish I was with you
We use to see each other every day
Now I’m lucky to see you once a month
If I do see you, it’s a total of maybe 5 minutes
That’s what I get
Do you really care?
You say you want to do things with me.
But why with me?
What makes me so special?
I tried and explain to you that I don’t do that.
Felt like I was talking to a wall.
How come you never want to pay attention?
For the first time in my life I had rumors about me.
It wasn’t even like they where good rumors.
Shit I wouldn’t want nothing spread around.
Especially when their not true.
It’s stuff I don’t even believe in.
But you saw more to it then just some rumor.
Random people would come and question your sexuality.
You didn’t even give a shit.
You didn’t care what people thought of you.
But me.
See I’m different.
I cared so much that it hurt me.
I want to disappear and never come back.
You could give two shits as long as you got your attention.
Every body bow down the princess is here.
poem by Ashley Olson
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I Didn't Pay That Much Attention
You came to rip me up to bits...
Then you were gone.
And I stood there just taking it...
Because I was wrong!
I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
You came to rip me up to bits...
Then you were gone.
And I stood there just taking it...
Because I was wrong!
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Wish To Be Seen
I saw you the other day.
And you 'acted' as if,
You didn't know nobody!
'I did?
And where were you? '
Standing in the same line you were in,
At the grocery store the other day.
And the end of that long line.
'If I didn't see you,
Why didn't 'you' say something to 'me'? '
I'm not like that.
I don't like to bring undo attention to myself.
And besides...
You could have turned around,
To see who was standing behind you.
'You are so right.
But...
Aren't you glad I didn't?
That would have brought an undo attention,
You certainly didn't ask for.
And you were there for just one purpose.
To purchase groceries.
And I...
Stood there as patiently as possible,
With a wish to be seen.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Your Masochistic Fishing
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
Stop your...
Masochistic fishing,
Just to hear me pitch a fit.
So comeon, comeon.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So comeon, comeon.
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So comeon, comeon.
Stop your...
Masochistic fishing,
Just to hear me pitch a fit.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everyone Here Is Working Hard For You
Do you realize how many poems I've seen,
That you have written?
'No!
How many have you actually 'read'? '
Comeon...
You are not aware of this at all?
I read a few but not all.
'I am aware that I am a writer.
Not an accountant.
Nor someone who sets limits,
To achieve a final goal.
Or someone seeking to impress.
Each day presents its own personality.
I'm learnig to appreciate quality and not quantity.
There is something about life I more understand each day.
My personal awareness of 'that' is what I keep addressed.'
Oh...
So what is that?
If you don't mind me asking?
'I know I am not alone...
Even though I perceive I am on my own!
I hear voices clearly say to me,
Everyone here is working hard for you.
That you must believe.'
I see.
And that makes you produce quality you don't notice?
An involvement you keep distanced?
'I did not say I didn't notice the quality.
Painfully that's done.
I don't put my sights on 'quantity'.
I don't want to overwhelm.
As much as I choose to stun!
And that takes paying attention to everyone! '
Like the voices heard in your head?
'You see...
You're trying to take this somewhere else.
And what you are 'attempting' to imply...
I'm not wasting any more of my time to listen to!
Read more than you do.
And if there is any comprehension to communicate,
You need not announce that to me! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Does My Dog Whimper?
1.Because he doesn't want to be in the crate so he whines and whimpers which is kind of like a child crying if they don't get what they want. Ignore him if he is whimpering because he just wants attention and to get out of the crate. That is one of the ways of teaching dominance to a dog
Give him attention when he's not whimpering and whining that way he should stop whimpering.
2.Try buying a baby pen or something and some puppy pads. Litter it with some toys so that when you dont have the time to play with him he will have something to do. I assume he pees in order to get your attention and get him out of the crate. He whimpers cause hes sad.; (No one likes to be locked up. You can buy him some puppy bones too. ;) Try to keep him interested and he won't whimper anymore. After he pees, you can let him out for like ten or twenty minutes.- best time to potty train him.
3.If he only whimpers when you put him in his crate then it's can be a sign of loneliness or anxiety. Associate the crate with good things E.g. give him a treat when he's in his crate and make sure he has lots of toys in his crate too. To get him use to it you should put him in little but often. Start with 2 minutes giving treats, then let him out. A few minutes later try 5 minutes with treats and a lot of 'good boy' etc, and gradually increase his time in the crate.
4.Give him time to adjust and fall into the routine of the family. Don't pull him out and coddle him when he whines, because that reinforces the behavior. At night when he's kenneled, let him whine. As hard as it is to ignore the adorable puppy whine, you have to.
5.He is lonely. Make sure you are not using your crate more than one hour for every month of the dogs age. Crates are useful tools but not a jail. Make sure you are giving your puppy enough of your time.
now, let us ask the dog.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Were The Topic Of Our Conversations
I didn't know that about you?
'I never knew you had the interest?
Never to me before had it been expressed.'
You did not bring it up.
'How could I?
You were the topic of our conversations.'
But you could have said something about yourself.
And that...
Which I didn't know about you,
I had to learn from someone else.
'And you would have given me the attention?
When talking about yourself is what you do best?
You never stop to take a breath.
And that...
I do know about you.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Get Too Cocky
How shallow do I think you are?
That's not fair.
Comeon.
I've never said that about you.
All I said was...
Why would a people destroy themselves,
To inflict an empty and hollow ego...
Upon others to believe!
That was not a reference to you.
Even though I've seen you do some very stupid things...
You have yet come to me face to face,
Trying to convince me of your greatness.
Especially when I have been behind the scenes,
Doing all of the work...
You do not have the competence to do!
And both of us know that's true.
You do the visuals.
And I supply the brain and leg work
So...
Comeon.
As long as you and I know what's happening here...
Let others say what they want.
But I will offer this as a suggestion...
Don't get too cocky!
I don't want to spoil it...
For either one of us.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell Me
Tell me I wasn't true
Tell me I didn't believe in you
Tell me a moment I didn't share
Tell me when I acted like I didn't care
Tell me a moment with me that was hard to bear
Tell me when I was fake
Tell me the time we spent wasn't great
Tell me I wasn't a good friend
Tell me I wouldn't have your back until the end
Tell me I treated you like a child
Tell me a time I couldn't make you smile
Tell me a time I didn't miss you
Tell me I never kissed you
Tell me a time I used you
Tell me a time I abused you
Tell me you're not all I have
Tell me when I didn't speak on your behalf
Tell me when I didn't have your back
What I'm seeing I feel like you're telling me all of that
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Time Of Our Life
Hey, I can see that smile on your face
Tonight, memories will never erase
And I feel like our time has come
Our hearts are beating wild as one
True love, I know is hard to find
But you tonight, You're mine
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Hey, I hope you feel the same way I feel
Cause tonight the moon, the stars,
This moment is so real, To us we had everything
Our hearts have a song to sing
We now know that dreams come true
Cause now there's me and you
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we dance the night away
What can I say to you, You make life a holiday
Let's go and play, Let's go and play
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Didn't we have the time of our life tonight
Come on and sing the song
Come on and sing along
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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I didn't have a teenage or early-20s experience that was free and without worry. I missed the screw-everything, have-a-good-time phase. I was worried that if I didn't stay on track and work, work, work, I was never going to accomplish anything. Now I'm trying to have fun and have the freedom to do nothing.
Sandra Bullock in Harper's Bazaar
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Once Upon A Time In America
It was a cold January morning,
all around looked a bit boring.
In Washington’s subway
was the beginning of the ordinary day.
Everyone was in a hurry,
they didn’t want to worry
and didn’t pay attention
to the man I would like here to mention.
The passer-bys didn’t clap
to the man wearing jeans and baseball cap.
They all looked at the clock,
so that to get in time for their work.
It was not a tradition
to listen to a street musician.
That man played his violin.
He didn’t try to win.
He was in his own skin.
Would you like to know?
It was certainly not a show.
But…he played
the most beautiful works of art,
the best musical compositions.
Those sounds could touch anyone’s heart
if they were played in another condition.
Now, I would like to tell.
That man was Joshua Bell,
the famous American violinist.
He didn’t persist on subway’s stage,
He was not in a rage for earning 32 dollars,
playing only 45 minutes.
For a street player it’s a good salary,
considering the USA country.
But…you know what?
There is something I forgot.
Two days before
His salary was insanely more.
For the concert in Boston it was a million
because he was really brilliant.
But…in Washington’s subway
Everyone went away
without hearing his play.
Here is my comment.
It was an experiment
suggested by Washington Post.
I don’t know it’s cost
but I know quite well
we do not hear even the church bell.
We are blind and deaf
And it’s the biggest grief.
One man from that subway’s crowd had said:
He played too loud.
©Larisa Rzhepiahevska
The 5th of March,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Giving Up On Love
Rick astley
Giving up on love
Giving up on love
I was so crazy about you, everyone knew
I couldnt sleep when I found out, yeah
You feel the way you do
So maybe its my turn now
To show you how I feel
So listen to what I say
cos these feelings I cant conceal
Im giving up on love
cos Ive been hurt before
Giving up on love
And I dont want you no more
Im giving up on love
cos Ive been hurt before
Giving up on love
And I dont want you no more
I dont believe that you need me
So dont say you do
There aint no reason for staying
We both know we are through
So dont try to stop me now
cos all we had has gone
(all we had has gone)
So listen to what I say
cos these feelings are oh so strong
Im giving up on love
cos Ive been hurt before
Giving up on love
And I dont want you no more
Im giving up on love
cos Ive been hurt before
Giving up on love
And I dont want you no more
Giving up, giving up, giving up on love
Giving up, giving up, giving up on love
Giving up, giving up, giving up on love
Giving up, giving up, giving up on love
So dont try to stop me now
cos all we had has gone
(all we had has gone)
So listen to what I say
cos these feelings are oh so strong
(choruses to fade)
song performed by by Rick Astley
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X-Girlfriend
Whoa
Nooo
No no
X-girlfriend you can't have him
It's about time
That you found you a new man
He's moved on
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
You gotta let him go
Let him go
Let him go
X-girlfriend you don't listen
(X-girlfriend)
Stop trying
He's not gonna give in
He's not yours anymore
Don't you know?
You gotta let him go
Let him go
Let him go
Hey x-girlfriend
It's too bad when you had him
Y'all thing didn't work
But he's all mine now
So stop pursuing him
Before you get your feelings hurt
See our love is hot
And no
song performed by by Mariah Carey from Rainbow
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What Hurt the Most Is
What hurt the most is
That you are making me jealous by dating someone else and not me
I do everything I could to prove too you that we belong together, but
It turns out that nothing I make you give me a chance
What hurt the most is
You breaking my heart every time I tell you I like you
I just want to cry and be sad
If I know I can't have you
I can't never love anyone else, but you
I want to be with you forever
Nothing will ever make me stop loving you
So please understand how I feel and give me a second chance
I can't stand it anymore
What hurt the most is
Being around you and getting to know you so well
I pretend that I'm ok when I'm not
When I'm around you, I act like I'm ok because
I don't want you to know how I'm feeling
It's hard to deal with the pain not having you everywhere I go
It's still harder to getting up, getting dressed, and living with this regret
If you give me another chance, I can make it right this time
What hurt the most is
I didn't make the right choice that day
I just talk, smile and laugh
I rude my only chance to be with you
This is one regret that I can't never forget
If this won't work with all I'm trying to say or do to get you to be with my side
I need to let go and move on
I want to spend all my time with you before I won't never see you again
What hurt the most is
Being around you and getting to know you so well
I pretend that I'm ok when I'm not
When I'm around you, I act like I'm ok because
I don't want you to know how I'm feeling
It's hard dealing with the pain not having you everywhere I go
It's still harder getting up, getting dressed, and living with this regret
If you give me another chance, I can make it right this time
What hurt the most is
poem by Christina Phan
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