Pick Up
Pick up the long thoughts
Along the days of yours.
Pick up the fellowship
That stayed afterwards.
Marry the right person
Who is straightforward and kind.
Discover the real wisdom
That makes you.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Pick It Up Or Be Gone
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Don't try to imitate,
Homemade cake.
Oh no.
And don't ever try to duplicate,
A delicious taste.
Or...
Butter up faked mashed potatos.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
Oooow.
Pick it up or be gone.
Yeah.
Pick it up or be gone.
Now...
Pick it up or be gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pick 'Em Up And Lay 'Em Down
She said the man's goin' home with me
She told the bar she was takin' all bets
Well never trust a woman drinkin' whiskey
That lights her own cigarette
I started callin' her baby, temptation was drivin' me wild
I think the only thing that saved me
It's just not my style
'Cause I'm not the kind of man that goes out just lookin' for a woman
I like the price you pay to keep passion on solid ground
I'm not the kind of man that holds out on a need for nothin'
I'm as lonely as any man around
I just don't like to pick 'em up and lay 'em down
Lay 'em down
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down
So we went from bottoms up to coffee cups
A corner booth where the lights got dim
We started talkin' 'bout gettin' real close
About how, and about when
It started rainin' harder and harder
I got up and with a thoughtful smile
I said, "Honey, if that ain't thunder and lightnin'
It just ain't worthwhile"
I'm not the kind of man that goes out just lookin' for a woman
I like the price you pay to keep passion on solid ground
I'm not the kind of man that holds out on a need for nothin'
I'm as lonely as any man around
I just don't like to pick 'em up and lay 'em down
Lay 'em down, down, down, down, down
I turned around and gave her one last smile
And thought about one long kiss
But that would be takin' it too far baby
And maybe something I couldn't resist
I'm not the kind of man that goes out just lookin' for a woman
I like the price you pay to keep passion on solid ground
I'm not the kind of man that holds out on a need for nothin'
I'm as lonely as any man around
I just don't like to pick 'em up and lay 'em down
Lay 'em down
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down
Lay 'em down
If it ain't about thunder and lightnin'
It just ain't worthwhile
Lord knows it just ain't my style
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down, down, down, down, down
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down
song performed by by Toby Keith
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You Made Okay To Do It Your Way
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
Why did you choose to pick a ball,
Knowing picking it...
Wasn't cool to do.
You complained,
That you couldn't take the weight.
And a waiting too late makes it okay.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.
You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.
Why did you choose to pick a ball,
Knowing picking it...
Wasn't cool to do.
You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bullying
Bullys are mean.
If the must pick on someone
Why not themselfs.
Why do they have to
Interigate others
And make them cry.
What do they get out of it?
Is it they got bullyed?
Or mabey it makes them
Feel big and clever.
Is it the only way they get fun?
How sad their lives must be.
It must be a sad life to lead.
But thats their choice
Why dont they get together?
And beat each other?
A saying I like the most
A saying that gives
A woderfull message.
If you must pick
With others fualts
Look with a mirror
Not a magnifying Glass.
In my veiw
It means
Look at yourself
Before you judge others.
A wise person once said
When your purfect
Then pick with others fualts
Noone is pufect
And if we were all the same
What a boring place
The world would be.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Teacher Of Lessons
Shouldn't someone expect,
A life of regretting a planting of misdeeds.
After they have discovered,
The one person they decided to pick on...
Was not the person they thought.
But was a lover of playing cat and mouse.
And that one person they decided to pick on...
Decided not to be the turn the other cheek,
Forgiving kind.
Oh no.
This one decided it was time to teach a mind.
And had in fact been a teacher of lessons.
With a knack of customizing lesson plans.
Suitable to be understood,
As to 'who' one should have left alone.
To make it clear it is best not to judge a book,
By its cover for effective results to get.
Especially if one is not familiar with the contents.
Shouldn't someone expect,
A life of regretting...
After they have discovered,
The one person they decided to pick on...
Has long been a master of human interaction.
And...
Had in fact,
Been a teacher of lessons.
With a knack of customizing lesson plans.
Some less painful to accept when delivered direct,
Than those taught unexpectedly to leave the student...
Frrling unsure what test is coming next.
Why do some people pick those to be subjected,
They believe to them will be easy to shame...
With a branding of a quick defamation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rare Thoughts that Never Go away
Has anyone out there reading this
Ever thought about that one person that is always in your thoughts and they never go away?
Well many of us out there are too scared of what or whom we miss
And then there are some of us that can't stop thinking of them throughout the day
Well I am this kind of person that just met a person not long ago
And I am here to say that my thoughts are of this person that I really admire
There are so many people that say how you can feel that way about someone who you barely know
I simply tell them that I trust in the Lord's every desire
Even though finding that one kind of person in everyone's life is rare
Who is always willing to listen and be gentle and kind
I hope that everyone can find this type of person that seems to always be there
Because I want her to know this is why she is always on my mind
And this is why these thoughts never go away
Because of the friendship that has come from the Heaven Above
This is why I am glad, for these thoughts are here to stay
And hopefully those thoughts and feelings will turn from friendship to passionate love
By Frank Pulver
poem by Frank Pulver
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Look, I'm Not In Love!
No, you've got it wrong! I don't love her.
Yes, she's cute. Yes, she's nice. God, she's nice...
OK, OK, I admit it! Big deal!
You happy now?
Loads of lassies out there just as cute, just as nice!
Why would I pick her?
Why not the girl across the road?
Why not the girl around the corner?
I don't have to pick wossername.
Yes, I know her name! It's Lucy.
Now you're bound to want to say, I love Lucy!
It rolls off the tongue!
Then you'll start to thinking I'm having a ball...
You can't help playing the matchmaker!
Just let things be, eh?
Just try your luck with someone else. Why pick on me?
Yes, I'm single. OK, she's single... what of it?
She'll probably marry some guy!
He doesn't have to be me, does he?
What... she said she likes me?
That's natural. I'm easy-going.
She likes my eyes? What for?
They're just teeny weeny eyeballs.
She says I've got kind eyes? Well, she has, too!
They're quite blue, actually, like sapphires...
Or topaz or soft amethyst... A bit like mother of pearl...
Yes... she IS a lovely girl... and every now and then,
When she smiles, I get this warm feeling, all over...
But that can't be love, can it? Not real love?
Does she really like me? What... REALLY?
poem by Denis Martindale
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That Cat Won't Sit On Your Lap
She warned me
That cat won't sit on your lap
She won't let you pick her up
And she won't let you sit on your lap
She likes to rub her head on you
But that's it
She won't let you pick her up
The cat looked at me
I looked at her
I let her rub her head on my leg
I look at her again and made a cat noise
She said, you'll see, she doesn't let anybody pick her up
I just looked at the cat
She looked at me
I reached to pick her up and she flinched
But she came back
I looked at her
And picked her up
She arched her back briefly
I rubbed her head, which she liked
The cat stayed on my lap
She said....how did you do that?
I said, I just did!
I looked a the cat
she looked at me
And we agreed not to tell
I put her down
As I did she knowingly looked back at me.
poem by James T. Adair
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From the bowery to the brimstone
I tried to find your heart
With drugs of initiation
The bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes
Sympathize the motivation
But all the details of this war
Are just self-infatuation
And its 1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
Manic blood runs thick my friend
Are you looking for a clean escape
Whats left when the locks have all been broken
Young children of authority
Now how long can you be agile
Dancing between the alter and the mercy seat
Yeah now heres a chance to make a choice
Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
The basement lies within us
Our fear comes through the door
Now theres nothing left between us
As the fear becomes a roar
Once that wheel is in motion
Dont you lose what you have found
Im talking about that burning wheel of tongues
Everything that makes it go round and round
Were all born in the devils scorn
They want to see you die
Im asking you are you true
Everything they say is a lie
Its a lie
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
1 2 3
(were all born)
Nothings for free
(in the devils scorn)
1 2 3
(were all born)
Nothings for free
(in the devils scorn)
Everything they say its a lie
(were all born)
Its a lie now
(in the devils scorn)
Everything they say its a lie
Its a lie now
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
And go home
song performed by by Indigo Girls
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nicky Nicky Nicky Nicky Nicky Nick Pick
You can't win the war and the battle cause,
That struggle is in your head.
And kept there seven days a week.
With no sleep there you're reaping.
You can't win the war and the battle cause,
That struggle is in your head.
And kept there seven days a week.
With no sleep there you're reaping.
All you like to do is nitpick my wrongs.
With that constant picking that you see fit.
But only you brood sucking your thumb.
Without that finger licking that you want done!
Nicky nicky nicky nicky nicky nick pick,
Pick bones...
That's all you really want to do,
Pick bones...
Pick over bones that's gone!
Nicky nicky nicky nicky nicky nick pick,
Pick bones...
That's all you really want to do,
Pick bones...
Pick over bones that's gone,
With a finger licking done like you've won!
You can't win the war and the battle cause,
That struggle is in your head.
And kept there seven days a week.
With no sleep there you're reaping.
Nicky nicky nicky nicky nicky nick pick,
Pick bones...
That's all you really want to do,
Pick bones...
Pick over bones that's gone,
With a finger licking done like you've won!
Nicky nicky nicky nicky nicky nick pick,
Pick bones...
That's all you really want to do,
Pick bones...
Pick over bones that's gone,
With a finger licking done like you've won!
You can't win the war and the battle cause,
That struggle is in your head.
And kept there seven days a week.
With no sleep there you're reaping.
With no sleep there you're reaping.
Nicky nicky nicky nicky nicky nick pick,
Pick bones...
With no sleep there you're reaping.
With no sleep there you're reaping.
Nicky nicky nicky nicky nicky nick pick,
Pick bones...
With no sleep there you're reaping.
With no sleep there you're reaping.
Nicky nicky nicky nicky nicky nick pick.
With no sleep there you're reaping.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone...
Someone, somewhere,
is feeling my despair.
Yet no residue, no trace is found,
of this person, ever understanding.
Words kind, eyes full of love and caring
Nobody knows the despair inside of me!
Oh, but you understand it,
you know my sadness, you've been through it all.
You're always willing to help me,
pick me up when I fall.
Now let me help you,
through all your hard times.
Let me pick you up from your despair,
and give you the happiness we once shared.
I'm not lying to you, you know its true,
that I'll give all I have for you
poem by Laurence Yuen
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Pick Yourself Up Off the Bottom
Doo-doo-doo-doo do...Bedoo.
Bedoobe doo-bee-do...Be-dooooo-beeeeahhh.
Bah dum.
And-pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
Doo-doo-doo-doo do...Bedoo.
Bedoobe doo-bee-do...Be-dooooo-beeeeahhh.
Bah dum.
And-pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
B ah dum.
And-pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
Get back to a simpler time.
If not just in your mind...
When you found a reason and rhyme.
To unwind.
Get back to a purposeness.
When you had much more sense.
And your mind wasn't condensed...
To accepting false lies...
To fly like they do!
Hop-in-that-taxi...and get back to you.
Doo-doo-doo-doo do...Bedoo.
Bedoobe doo-bee-do...Be-dooooo-beeeeahhh.
Bah dum.
Doo-doo-doo-doo do...Bedoo.
Bedoobe doo-bee-do...Be-dooooo-beeeeahhh.
Bah dum.
And-pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
Doo-doo-doo-doo do...Bedoo.
Bedoobe doo-bee-do...Be-dooooo-beeeeahhh.
Bah dum.
And-pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
Bah dum.
And-pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
Doo-doo-doo-doo do...Bedoo.
Bedoobe doo-bee-do...Be-dooooo-beeeeahhh.
Bah dum.
And-pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
B ah dum.
And-pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
B ah dum.
Pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
B ah dum.
And-pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
B ah dum.
Just pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
Bah dum.
Pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
Bah dum.
Just pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
Doo-doo-d oo-doo do...Bedoo.
Bedoobe doo-bee-do...Be-dooooo-beeeeahhh.
Bah dum.
Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup...and
Pick-yourself-up-off-the-bottom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marry Me
I cant help that I like to be kissed
And I wouldnt mind if my name changed to mrs.
This is one side, my conventional side
My attraction to tradition
My vintage disposition
My sincere architecture
And I want to cook him dinner
But Im more indecisive than ever
And who believes in forever
Who will be the one to marry me?
A girl in the world barking up the wrong tree
A creature conditioned to employ matrimony
Crumbling continuity, I pick up the pieces
The ceremony makes me zealous
As the past quickly ceases
Fear from being neutered
Im now prude, now defensive
Quickly Im altered and tempted by new love only rented
Do you believe youll marry me?
You might be the one to marry me
Back, looking back, looking back at me
Im not how I used to be
Take me back, take me back into history
Diamond ring, tie me down, just like it used to be
Who will be the one to marry me?
Who will be the one to marry me?
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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I wish I lived back in the Old West days, because I'd save up my money for about twenty years so I could buy a solid-gold pick. Then I'd go out west and start digging for gold. When someone came up and asked what I was doing, I'd say, 'Looking for gold, ya durn fool.' He'd say, 'Your pick is gold.' And I'd say, 'well, that was easy.' Good joke, huh
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Jurassitol
Hey old man got something for you
Change your mind gonna make you take it
Your mistake is something you own
Im the one whos gonna take it
Hey old man got something for you
Hey old man got a real good tip
Somethings wrong and you dont know it
When will you learn
Im not your boy
You dont look back
Why do I pick up your slack
Thats just fine just leave it like that
Bust your wallet while I break my back
Save your life with your life support
You know me Ill pick up that
Hey old man got something for you
Hey old man got a real good tip
Somethings wrong and I guess you called it
Thanks alot because now I own it
When will you learn
Im not your boy
You dont look back
Why do I pick up your slack
When will you learn
Im not your boy
You dont look back
Why do I pick up your slack
Will she pay my debts
Got your picture in my hands
God you are so truly old
Thanks alot my future is sold
When will you learn
Im not your boy
When will you learn
Im not your boy
Hey old man got something for you
Hey old man got it real good tip
Hey old man got something for you
Hey old man got it real good tip
song performed by by Filter
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Few Can Pick Them To Then Run
How can one live without risks.
Or prevent risks to exist.
Risk taking is a part of this life lived,
As it is...
For everyone.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
How can one live without risks.
Or prevent risks to exist.
Risk taking is a part of this life lived,
As it is...
For everyone.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
Living life is taking risks.
And no one living can resist...
Those risks.
Few can pick them to then run,
From those risks.
Few can pick them to then run,
From those risks.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rail
Long hard days, long cold nights
I work on the rail driving rail road spikes
I work all day from dusk til dawn
We don't take a break til the beans are done
The boss man says, Pick up those spikes
Lay out those rails make them fit just right
Pick up the hammer and drive it in
What I'm paying you boys, I ain't your friend
They pay me boys to tell you what to do
There's another thousand rails to lay, we ain't through
I work all day and I bust my back
I make my money on a rail road track
I work long days and long cold nights
Lay out that rail and lay it right
Pick up a hammer and I drive it in
Then reach for another and do it all again
I'm working on a rail road
Taking care of my own
Carrying my own load
I'm working on a rail road.
poem by Bill Simmons
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I Figured You Out
Seen you watching
Her every time she crosses the floor
So just go and talk to
Someone you really adore
Im getting pretty used to being
The one you always ignore
When somebody wants you
Ive seen it before
Youre every kind of color
There aint nothing that you wont claim
Your ambition and promise
And your addiction to fame
And everyones got a dollar
Sign after their name
When somebody wants you
You treat em just the same
So go on and pick up
You dont care what poison you choose
Or what person youll use
Shouldve been me, yeah
Shouldnt it be?
Crushing quiet
Crawls in through your window
From someone who wants you
But youll never know
Ill pick up around you
Clear everything out
Leave you where I found you
I figured you out
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Good Girls Go To Heaven
Some girls do some girls don't
Don't mean type don't mean smoke
Lay me down can't seem to sleep
My mind's been thinkin' real deep
(bridge 1)
All my thoughts are runnin wild out of control-outta my mind
(chorus)
'cause good girls go to heaven bad girls go everywhere
If i had my choice of women
I'd pick the ones that'd go anywhere
All good girls they go to heaven
All bad girls go everywhere they like
Late at night when she comes out
The lady moves prowls the town
A perfect match of looks and charm
Where she goes it's light and dark
She's so hot i burn my tongue when i kiss her lips she turns me on
Good girls go to heaven
Bad girls go everywhere
If i had my choice of women
I'd pick the ones that'd go anywhere
All good girls they go to heaven
All bad girls go everywhere they like
(solo)
Made my choice made it well had my pick of heaven or
Good girls go to heaven bad girls go everywhere
If i had my choice of women i'd pick the ones that'd go anywhere
All good girls they go to heaven all bad girls go everywhere they like
Good girls they've got manners bad girls got what matters
Good girls leave at home bad girls come with the singer
Good girls go to heaven bad girls go everywhere that they like
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Goin Back To Alabama
(with kenny rogers)
Goin back to alabama...
Now that Ive learned a thing or two
Life for me had been so easy
But Ive got some livin yet to do
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Some days I didnt wanna wake up in the mornin
My family and friends were all down on me
I tried to tell em where I was goin
But they never saw the man I saw in me
Some folks call me a dreamer
Other folks laughed and called me a fool
All I ever wanted to be was a winner
cause I know a winner can never lose
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Yes a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
(pick himself up)
And dust himself off
(dust himself off)
(and)
Start all over again
Im a man
Im a man
(Im a man)
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again...
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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