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You Have Served Our Country Well

Stand up straight!
Suck in that gut.
Eyes forward!
And you better not blink,
Or twitch a muscle!
Now repeat clearly...
And speak as if you want my attention!
Do not mumble!
If I detect you are...
You will begin again.
Staying put and in place until I determine I understand
What you want me to know!
Now Speak...

'Honey,
I'm glad you're home.
And I can tell you have served our country well!
But ALL I honestly want you to do,
Is relax.
These inspection routines before we have sex...
Has gotten a bit out of control!
I'm standing at attention butt naked!
And you look absolutely ridiculous wearing combat boots,
With a pith helmet and goggles!
Your wish to have this kind of foreplay every single night,
Has affected 'Mr. Johnson'!
And you have 'him' afraid to death to perform!
See...?
He looks like a turtle!
Trying like hell not to come out of his shell!
I'm not with this women in the military business at all!
And you have taken your squad leader position,
Far too seriously!
Don't you think?
These routines are not helping my performances at all! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ferryer

Three years after my father's death
he goes back to work. Unemployed
for twenty-five years, he's very glad
to be taken on again, shows up
on time, tireless worker. He sits
in the prow of the boat, sweet cox, turned
with his back to the carried. He is dead, but able
to kneel upright, facing forward
toward the other shore. Someone has closed
his mouth, so he looks more comfortable, not
thirsty or calling out, and his eyes
are open, there under the iris the black
line that appeared there in death. He is calm,
he is happy to be hired, he's in business again,
his new job is a joke between us and he
loves to have a joke with me, he keeps
a straight face. He waits, naked,
ivory bow figurehead,
ribs, nipples, lips, a gaunt
tall man, and when I bring people
and set them in the boat and push them off
my father poles them across the river
to the far bank. We don't speak,
he knows that this is simply someone
I want to get rid of, who makes me feel
ugly and afraid. I do not say
the way you did. He knows the labor
and loves it. When I dump someone in
he does not look back, he takes them straight
to hell. He wants to work for me
until I die. Then, he knows, I will
come to him, get in his boat
and be taken across, then hold out my broad
hand to his, help him ashore, we will
embrace like two who were never born,
naked, not breathing then up to our chins we will
pull the dark blanket of earth and
rest together at the end of the working day.

poem by Sharon Olds
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Receiving far less attention are the working class heroes, who go about their solitary work routines with quiet dignity, come home from another grueling day, yet still find time to interact with their children.

quote by Armstrong Williams
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Black rose for my beautiful black women

My beautiful black women take some time to relax, close your
eyes, and let my words rub your backs until your notions come to a
climax from the sensual stimulation in your spin.

My beautiful black women I respect the fact that how you react to men indirect acts and unconditional facts.

My beautiful black women, I understand your pain and your strain, for the day you birth, us men had gained.

My beautiful black women, speak loud, speak proud for all men to understand that you are profound, and endowed.

My beautiful black women, that is dexterous and need not extras, thank God for your beautiful soul for it was told a woman’s love is greater than a man that is why we as men should be glad to hold your hands.

Written by James Brown

poem by James Brown
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Accompanied by a Wishful Vigor

By the time I was twenty-one years old,
I had served in the military.
Married and had a child.
Even I am amazed my clarity is unphased.
Or crazed by experiences.

That seems like lifetimes ago today.
Since between that time and now,
Those who are much younger than I am...
Are physically and mentally out of shape.

So glad I am I have finished several races.
With an acknowledgement I have made mistakes.
Met truth.
And stay away from delusions.
Doing that was difficult to do.

So many I knew,
Are 'still' undecided...
As to whose life to live.
And which races to enter to begin.
To BEGIN!
Can you imagine?

When I hear some of them mention retirement,
I wonder from what?
How can one retire,
From uninspiring routines?
And to do what next?
A shifting of a butt to remain in a similar scene?

Thank God I chose to specialize in the living of my life.
And not pretend a crawling on my knees done publicly,
Was not embarrassing.
It was.
But the recovery?
Introduced me to a peace of mind and happiness,
I can not replace by faking it.

I have finished several races!
And I was 'thisclose' on giving up on a few.
You know...
Making those easy excuses for myself.
Like many choose to do,
To prove they can successfully procrastinate.

And,
With an embellished zest.
Accompanied by a wishful vigor.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Then Why Tease Me Like That?

'I'd like to scream as loud as I can,
At times.'

Me too.

'If it wasn't against the law,
I'd strip and jog along Main Street butt naked.
As if I was in first place in a Bare-All marathon.'

Me too!

'If someone would dare me,
I'd do it too! '

I dare you.

'Not you.
I'm talking about someone else,
Who is not talking to themselves...
Irrationally.'

Oh?
Irrah...what?
Irrationally?

So now you tell me,
You pay me no attention?
Then you lie.
A straight up bonafide liar.

It was just yesterday I heard you tell someone,
How you listen to your inner most thoughts...
With a giving to them first priority,
Before listening to anyone else.
And 'now' you say this to me?

'Listen,
Just chill.
Calm down.
No one's going to be jogging butt naked.'

Then why tease me like that?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tight Thigh Holders Strapped to Stomach Wraps

One 'chronologically' aging,
In years that clearly appear.
With a slow pacing done.
And the carrying of aches and pains...
As the usual 'identifying' suspects.
Reveals no aspects of an acceptance yet.

And the effects of this...
Has not yet affected a reflected maturity.
None to speak of nor that is obvious.
An awaiting presence of it will not surprise...
In an overnight appearance.
Or come in disguise as an adult,
With wisdom seen in experienced eyes.
Experience, adulthood and maturity...
Sometimes are in conflict.

Many on the threshold of chronologically aging,
With that rapid sagging muscle look...
Are in denial about the process.
And seek to have time stand still...
By displays of irresponsibility.
With needs of centerstage attention.
And praise accompanied by accolades.

'Don't you like attention,
No matter how old you are? '

~Sure.
But I don't crave it.
I just know how and when to get it.
That's the difference.

Some folks 'whine'.
But I don't need to do that to get mine.
I like to think my tactics have been refined.
Without the need for ointments, braces...
Or tight thigh holders strapped to stomach wraps.
Thank God I am still naturally attractive! !

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relax

(gill/johnson/otoole)
Oh oh
Wee-ell-now!
Relax dont do it
When you want to go to it
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
When you want to come
Relax dont do it
When you want to to go to it
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
Relax dont do it
When you want to suck it to it
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
Come-oh oh oh
But shoot it in the right direction
Make making it your intention-ooh yeah
Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me
Hit me
Hit me with those laser beams
Im coming
Im coming-yeah
Relax dont do it
When you want to go to it
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
Relax dont do it
When you want to suck it to it
Relax dont do it (love)
When you want to come
When you want to come
When you want to come
Come-huh
Get it up
The scene of love
Oh feel it
Relax relax relax
Higher higher relax
Nows the time, its party time
Hey

song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Naked In The Jungle

Naked in the jungle, naked to the world
Naked in the jungle, naked to the world
Well, you gotta keep it humble, else itll come unfurled
Lions and the tigers, grazin in the grass
Lions and the tigers, grazin in the grass
As I keep a-watching over, make sure no one can pass
Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha. aaaaah!
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Big fish eat the little fish, and the rabbits on the run
Big fish eat the little fish, and the rabbits on the run
Some folks gettin too much, other just aint gettin none
Naked in the jungle, naked to the world
Naked in the jungle, naked to the world
Well, you gotta keep em humble, else youll come unfurled
Lets go boy!
Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha. aaaaah!
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Overcoming A Writer's Block

Stretch!
If you can't stand up,
stretch as many muscle groups
as possible while
staying seated.

Try tensing and
releasing various
muscle groups.
Starting from your toes,
tense up for perhaps
five to ten seconds
and then let go.

Relax and
then go on to
another muscle group.

Breathe deeply.
Close your eyes;
then,
fill your chest cavity
slowly by taking
four of five short deep breaths.

Hold each breath
until it hurts,
and then let it
out slowly.

Use a calming word
or mental image
to focus on while relaxing.

If you choose a word,
be careful not
to use an imperative.
Don't command
yourself to

'Calm down! '

or 'Relax! '

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A need to understand

A need to understand
We should be aware of what is happening around
We neglect sometimes and truth is never found
We see the things ourselves while making round
Making some gestures is only steps we find sound

Many disabled people find they want something more
We should see the reason behind and explore
They need some attention but still not enough
We need be kind with works and not look so rough

They are not sick mentally and seek attention
They are love hungry and want pet on back or mention
They look forward to you for special care
They want to know what and where they are?

Eyes rise up to see what you can offer
They are ready to forget how much they suffer?
Let us be kind enough to know their woes
Let us be real friends to them and not prove as foes

We may be doing lot of charities at home
We may often visit them and welcome
Do they really need only lip service or mere gesture?
Do they not see in our eyes their only future?

Children may sometimes wonder at our attitude?
They may not be in position to assess our gratitude
They look with pity and eagerly watch at our apathy
Is the token help that we can offer as sympathy?

They may be destitute and poor but helpless
No proper place in society and even jobless
Let us be little considerate and offer real belonging
It may last for ever and impact longing

They are part of healthy society
They are not less than any deity
We try to look generous but with scant respect
Still they want out soul to look beyond and introspect

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Chill Pill

Cool!
I'll pretend,
My pain endured...
Does not exist!
And give you 'lip',
For no apparent reason.

Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
And agitate me as if...
Your aggravation without hesitation,
Excites me to do back flips!
Since you obviously wont quit...
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!

How long has it been...
When listening silenced you,
To hear a thing I say...
With a point of view,
Including empathy too?

Do you see these beads of sweat,
Dripping down my neck.
Do you connect any of this to you?
Does my snarl dropp a hint or clue?

You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
The frown I'm wearing on my face...
I'd like to remove with a smile in its place.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
I can tell you want to start me throwing,
A cuss word or two around.

When you are uptight,
There I am with a massage.
I know you have some tensions,
You need not mention them...
With a façade kept within.

Some days I may need that from you.
Do you ever think of me,
Other than a tool to use?
When I believe you do...
A chill pill taken,
Seems to be out of touch.
You want to incite an argument!
Loving it when it happens.
Your eyes dance with that intent.

You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
The frown I'm wearing on my face...
I'd like to remove with a smile in its place.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
I can tell you want to start me throwing,
A cuss word or two around.

Cool!
I'll pretend,
My pain endured...
Does not exist!
And give you 'lip',
For no apparent reason.

Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
And agitate me as if...
Your aggravation without hesitation,
Excites me to do back flips!
Since you obviously wont quit...
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!

You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
The frown I'm wearing on my face...
I'd like to remove with a smile in its place.
You make me hot!
But I must cool down.
I rush to grab hold of a chill to soothe...
Yet an evilness begins to explode out of me.
And that is all you want!
Something done you have achieved.

Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW...
DAMNIT!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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overcoming a writer's block

Stretch!
If you can't stand up,
stretch as many muscle groups
as possible while
staying seated.

Try tensing and
releasing various
muscle groups.
Starting from your toes,
tense up for perhaps
five to ten seconds
and then let go.

Relax and
then go on to
another muscle group.

Breathe deeply.
Close your eyes;
then,
fill your chest cavity
slowly by taking
four of five short deep breaths.

Hold each breath
until it hurts,
and then let it
out slowly.

Use a calming word
or mental image
to focus on while relaxing.

If you choose a word,
be careful not
to use an imperative.
Don't command
yourself to

'Calm down! '

or 'Relax! '

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Insertion

The insertion,
The infection;
The inspection,
The section;
And this action was part of the reflections of your muse!

The attention,
The reflection;
The nation,
The inspection;
And this project was part of your muse!

The notification,
The pacification;
The attention,
The observation;
However, we need the laws to guide us on.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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X1

the conversation last night
was the beginning of our own claim
that after all
our words do not really speak
for ourselves,

that what we are, shall,
remain unannounced,
we keep it, like an opinion,
we have diaries, with black
hard covers, that every night
we open and
make some more
Notes,

there are surprises within
without, there are only the boredom
of routines

i am not responsible for
what you believe,
i am only, a limited territory
for what i am.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I do not believe that the government is in any position to say exactly how every single business and every single activity shall reach those performances.

quote by Dixy Lee Ray
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GOD Sees A Man

I need not to wear boots to help me stand
I need not tattoos to prove who I am
I need not support to reach out my hand
As I know GOD knows, that I am a man.
I need not fashionable clothes for me to wear
I need not to color or hide my hair
I need not to be ashamed to say a prayer
As GOD knows I am a man, standing there.
I need not to lie or ever to cheat
I need not to fill my mind with sins or deceit
I need a righteous life to be my greatest feat
Then GOD will know I am a man, when we do meet.
I need to always put my family first
I need to give out love and never lash out hurt
I need to let honestly to be my final search
And GOD will know then another man on this earth.
I need never to put the blame on anyone else
I need not to be them but to be myself
I need not to be ashamed to give out help
And I know GOD will not let a man, fall into hell.
I need not to take anything which is not mine
I need not to break any vows or create a crime
I need to understand life is but a short time
And GOD will know a man, will be in judgements line.
I need to understand the words I speak
I need to understand for a lost soul I must weep
I need to learn that strength is also with the weak
And I know that GOD someday this man, he will greet.
I need not to say I cannot but that I can
I need to be an example so all will know who I am
I need from evil to stay away and withstand
And GOD I know will see me, as that I am a man.

poem by Randy McClave
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To Then Leave

The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.

Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Country

Shes been playing in a room on a strip
For ten years in vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror
But she only ages
Shes been reading about nashville and all
The records that everybodys buying
Says Im a simple girl myself
Grew up on long island
So she packs her bags to try her hand
Says this might be my last chance
Shes gone country, look at them boots
Shes gone country, back to her roots
Shes gone country, a new kind of suit
Shes gone country, here she comes
Well the folk scene is dead
But hes holding out in the village
Hes been writing songs speaking out
Against wealth and privilege
He says i dont believe in money
But a man could make him a killin
Cause some of that stuff dont sound
Much different than dylan
I hear down there its changed you see
Theyre not as backwards as they used to be
Hes gone country, look at them boots
Hes gone country, back to his roots
Hes gone country, a new kind of suit
Hes gone country, here he comes
He commutes to la
But hes got a house in the valley
But the bills are piling up
And the pop scene just aint on the rally
He says honey Im a serious composer
Schooled in voice and composition
But with the crime and the smog these days
This aint no place for children
Lord it sounds so easy it shouldnt take long
Be back in the money in no time at all
Hes gone country, look at them boots
Hes gone country, back to his roots
Hes gone country, a new kind of suit
Hes gone country, here he comes
Yeah hes gone country, a new kind of walk
Hes gone country, a new kind of talk
Hes gone country, look at them boots
Hes gone country, oh back to his roots
Hes gone country
Hes gone country
Everybodys gone country
Yeah weve gone country
The whole worlds gone country

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Sometimes

Sometimes I just sit and stare,
Wishing you could be there
To hold me tight
And tell me everything will be alright.
Sometimes all I do
Is lay there and think about you,
Remembering when you looked into my eyes
And begged me not to cry.
Sometimes I think about the way my hand fits in yours
And all the times you've opened and closed my doors,
Thinking you are the perfect gentleman
Doing for me whatever you can.
Sometimes I just miss you so,
Those words I do not speak much I know,
But you understand it's hard for me
To open up and let you see.
Sometimes I think of how you make me smile,
Even if it's only for a little while.
You have helped me in so many ways,
My thanks to you I can never repay.
Sometimes when I don't want to stand
You're right there, giving me your hand,
Helping me realize
You can see things better through dry eyes.
Sometimes I just sit here and thank God,
I know that may sound somewhat odd.
He brought you to me,
I think he wants me to be happy.
Sometimes I sneak little glances.
I have been given so many chances.
I just feel this amazing connection,
Know I mean it when I say you have my undivided attention.
Sometimes I just want you to know
How I think about you so.
You are so very special to me,
Hopefully one day you will see.

poem by Ashley Reese
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Afraid?

Too many people are afraid to speak.
Is it because they're too damned weak?
Afraid to stand out
afraid to shout
or just plain afraid and meek?

Too many people are afraid to yell.
Is it because they're afraid of hell?
Afraid of the crowd,
afraid to be loud
or just plain afraid of death's knell?

Too many people are afraid to hear.
Is it because of what they fear?
Afraid of the unknown,
afraid to be shown
or just plain afraid of what isn't clear?

Fear, fear
It is always here.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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