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Some Speculation

There's been some speculation about a recent invitation
There's been some speculation about a recent invitation
What's your game?
What's his name?

Is it your inclination to accept this invitation?
Is it your inclination to accept this invitation?
What's your game?

Going away with someone new
Yesterday I went there too
Going away with someone new
Yesterday I went there too

There's been some speculation about a recent invitation
There's been some speculation about a recent invitation
What's your game?
What's his name?

Is it your inclination to accept this invitation?
Is it your inclination to accept this invitation?
What's your game?

Going away with someone new
Yesterday I went there too
Going away with someone new
Yesterday I went there too

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys from Disco 2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Invitation

I received your invitation;
sorry I will not be there.
After loving you for so long,
it would be too much to bear.
As the invitation slips through my fingers,
I remember how your love slipped away,
so I am sending back you invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
I don’t think you will miss me,
as he will be holding you tight.
I will only bring back bad memories
and you wouldn’t want them tonight,
so I am sending back your invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
For my dearest darling
it is the only and best way.

(Written in the 1960’s exact date unknown)

poem by David Harris
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Step Inside

(clarke / hicks / nash)
Side, step inside.
You can knock on my door anytime youre passing by
You dont need an invitation, step inside.
Well have tea and crumpets toasted by the fireside.
You dont need an invitation, step inside.
Step inside my doorway. theres no admission fee at all.
If youre in the neighborhood, you only have to call.
Ill be glad to see you, it just cannot be denied.
Its been a long time since I held you, step inside.
Dont tell your mother about me.
Shell only get angry knowing youve come back.
What her heart cant see cant hurt her.
So take my hand and step inside, take my hand and step inside.
Dont tell your mother about me.
You know shell only get angry knowing youve come back.
What her heart cant see cant hurt her.
So take my hand and step inside, take my hand and step inside.
If it gets too late, I have a bed that you can use.
You dont need an invitation
If you feel the inclination
You just call on speculation.
Step inside.
Side, step inside.
Step inside.
Step inside.
Step inside.

song performed by by Hollies
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Perhaps That Is Why They Are 'Your' Friends

'My friends were very upset,
That at the last minute...
You chose not to accept their invitation.'

Well...
Relay this to your friends,
If they anticipated my appearance...
From an invitation I did not directly from them get,
Perhaps next time they will contact me personally...
Since they have my telephone number and my address.

'I had not thought about that.
That is disrespectful.'

Don't worry about it.
Perhaps that is why they are 'your' friends,
And not mine.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We'll See How That Goes

Had you ever felt offended,
By receiving an invitation from an enterprise...
Who initially did not seek your presence inside.
Where others who patronize were welcomed to sit.
And the only reason you received an invitation...
Was to assist this enterprise from going out of business?
And it has been requested you assist them to avoid this?

Did you feel offended?
OR has this ever happened to you?
And when closed eyes finally open to a wider view,
Would you rather spend time with people like that?
Or where services are rendered...
And people without exception know how to exchange respect.
Especially when business and money is involved.

'So...
Are you going to accept the invitation? '

No.
But I may offer to buy their business.
We'll see how that goes!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Invitation To The Blues

(roger miller)
Well I couldnt sleep last night
Just walked the floor
Dont know how Ill stand this anymore
Lonely all the time since I lost you
Received your invitation to the blues
I dont know why you cause me such pain
I just hope I just never go through this much again
Thanks for sending something I cant use
Received your invitation to the blues
You took the laughter from this world of mine
And thanks to you the sun will never shine
I walk the floor so much I wore out my shoes
I received your invitation to the blues
I dont know why you cause me such pain
I just hope I just never go through this much again
Well lonely me I dont know what to do
Received your invitation to the blues
I dont know why you cause me such pain
I just hope I never go though this much again
Thanks for sending something I cant use
Received your invitation to the blues

song performed by by Reba Mcentire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Third Party Invitations

When I am not in the mood,
To accept third party invitations...
In is with the same respect I am shown.

If one wants my presence in their home,
There is a correct way to go about doing it.
IF that invitation is sincere.
And this I have learned through experience.
I just don't show up to make appearances.

Especially if the offerings have been rationed.
Regardless if a dish,
I am 'told'...
Is the request the guests should bring,
By the entertaining host.

The last time I accepted,
A third party invitation...
I ended up bringing what I bought,
Back with me to my own home.
An expense I could have saved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Game

On such an occasion,
Why do I say: 'Not Today'?
I don't refuse to play
But I don't like your game,
Isn't that clear?
The climate is not ready
When the conditions are only
That I accept the weather your way!

Forgive me if I don't accept
Your invitation to another round
But I would soon tear
The sticky net down
For it makes anything
To have two sides,
Attractive only to spiders and flies
And I want that curtain between us
Definitely to fall...

If it is up to me,
Boldly, I would drop
That invisible wall
And get rid of the nuisance
Once and for all...
It is as if I have an opponent
Serving me ball after ball
But I won't return them,
I want a recall! ...

I don't wish to continue the game,
The ball has dropped in my court, I see!
Do you wish me to throw it back?
And begin the same game again?
Yes, I may be a poor sportsman
But I am very bored
And I will not play this game
The same way anymore...

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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Benefactor

Touch me in those places.
An invitation you do not need.
Haven't our eyes met to express...
What it is we wish to happen next?

The flirting done when we are near...
Makes it clear,
What you keep there.
Keeps me thick and heated here.

You don't need an invitation.
You need to release your lust.
And I trust you will cherish this gift,
Given.
Since I am your benefactor.
Ready to give,
As much as you wish.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Repairing What Needed To Be Fixed

When something clearly ends...
There is no need to try to revive it.
That action should have taken place...
Long before an ending,
Had an invitation to be faced.

Warnings are given.
And with them come denial.
Instead of repairing what needed to be fixed...
A relationship is put on a mental trial.
There is no need for this...
If reality is at risk.

When something clearly ends...
There is no need to try to revive it.
That action should have taken place...
Long before an ending,
Had an invitation to be faced.

Many choose to sit in a hesitation waiting,
In a stubbornness debating.
Instead of making a choice to resist this...
As a repairing what needed to be fixed,
Is nixed!
And an invitation to end nonsense...
Is accepted without contemplating it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Knew That! That's Why You Accepted My Invitation

I am so glad I was able to accept your invitation,
To join you this evening to eat.
And I am famished too!

'Oh,
That makes me so glad to hear.
We might as well get started.
Excuse me for a moment.'

Take your time.
I love your home.
It's...
Expressive.

'I've never heard it termed that way.
But...
Thank you.
Begin anytime you wish.
I have tons of it.'

This?
This is nothing but a bunch of...

'I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
In my excitement,
I've served to you first the dessert.'

Dessert?
What?
I had expected...

'Don't say another word.
My bad!
Here...
It's now autographed.
You don't have to start with that book.
I do have other writings.'

Where is the food?

'I'm feeding that to you now.
I think we have a misunderstanding.
I thought you said you couldn't wait to feed,
On what I had to offer you to eat.
Don't you wish to be nourished by my wisdom?
That's what I am serving you to eat!
Me, my thoughts, my intelligence.'

Uh...
You don't have too many friends, .
Do you?

'There you go again.
Trying to read my mind.
Probe into my head.
You knew that.
That's why you accepted my invitation! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Appearance

A demon visited Martin Luther
without invitation
and he threw an inkpot
to make it disappear
and God’s blood, the wine
expelled it to where the sun doesn’t shine.

A demon visited me
without invitation
with murderous eyes glowing red
and it wasn’t beautiful
but a monster, black, full of venom
but God’s name, made it pine away
and that demon was uninvited.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Utilitarians

You mislead me into believing that I am invited to this
Wedding party, I do not demand that i be furnished a copy of the wedding invitation
With my name on it, trusting you that the invitation is true,
So when I handed my gift to the bride and the groom
their
Eyes ask for my name and well,
thank me for the gift

When the truth is you are only interested for the free
Ride that I have given
for all three of you, liars!

the bride and groom do not even know my name

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Anticlimax

Do you share the bed
with a perceived lover in illicit
borders?

A pink gestation
of a thought? Hands
holding a naked truth?

The winds were harsh, cold
and persuasive. And lake was
sending an obscene invitation.

You were ready to make
a jump, ending the speculation.
I speak alone -

in the arguments with
sooty bust of the sky.
Moon has no other name.

poem by Satish Verma
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Open to Comprehend

Go ahead...
'Mess' with me!
This I wish,
With invitation I allow.
If it means from us...
A removal of clouds.

Perfect I'm not!
Nor try with thoughts exposed.
I seek to understand.
Not to keep my mind...
Closed to go unopposed.

Go ahead...
'Mess' with me!
This I wish,
With invitation I allow.
If it means from us...
A removal of clouds.

To vow from now on...
We can be open to comprehend.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great Write...

Every poem is an invitation
for the readers to use their imagination

a vehicle licensed
to carry passengers

who sometimes have a greater imagination
than the poet

even perhaps get more from the poem
than the poet knowingly put in

which you must admit
if with a slight embarrassment

as you read the words of praise
is a divine joke

and from the divine viewpoint
very practical since

every reader is an invitation
for the poets to match their imagination

poem by Michael Shepherd
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You could not receive a young man in your room; you might be permitted to have him to tea in one of the public reception rooms, but you could accept no invitation from young men to tea or other entertainment without a chaperone from the College.

quote by Dora Russell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Now Here So Vivid

Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.

How vivid are the actions,
On others performed.
To take what they thieve...
And upon themselves adorn.
Enriching with an enhancement,
From the day they were born.

Here so vivid,
Are atrocities.
So atrocious in implementation...
An acceptance of it,
To gather lives to ruin...
As if in a playing of monopoly.

And the game inflicted does not go away.
It stays and commands to become obeyed.
With restrictions that exist,
Using religious beliefs...
As a means to control,
In the spreading of a wickedness...
To maim and defeat,
Those depicted as enemies.

Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.

Using deception to promote misdeeds.
To witness those doing this...
Eventually,
Unravel from their own intricate...
Strategic complexities.

Now here so vivid,
Are those so unwise.
So vivid with a clarity...
Are those removed from their disguises.
To become recognized and themselves despised.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excluded

Excluded.
And,
With an acceptance of it.
No wish is there lingering,
To be exclusively included.
With an invitation,
Third party given.
With an expression of an oversight.

How many times can one be disrespected,
Before the thoughtless act of it...
Dawn upon the minds of those,
Revealing themselves to be not so bright.
Those days celebrating with those with dimmed lights...
No longer excite,
A glimmer of a wish to have conversation.
On any level of shallow.

Excluded.
And,
With an acceptance of it.
No wish is there lingering,
To be exclusively included.
With an invitation,
Third party given.
Or is there any desire,
To be involved at all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Paid Enough For It

You are so next to the exit.
So close to an open door,
I want to push you out.

Would that be domestic abuse?
Or would that be considered,
Defending myself...
From someone rarely here,
To accept any invitation...
To appear inside my house.

And you want to know what you did?

You do nothing!
Absolutely nothing.
But graze like a cow.
Feeding me a bunch of bull.

And that's all you do!

And all I want is to be treated like one.
Give me some!
I've paid enough for it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Noticed Without Mistake

When a headache begins,
And it is noticed...
Without mistake,
With a pinpointing to the origin.

Know now you do what and who,
Initiated that headache.
With an acknowledgement discovered,
You can refuse the invitation for your own sake.

And closer too are those steps you make...
To identifying the life you wish.
And that which to dismiss,
From your happiness kept to keep as is.

There is nothing like stopping,
A whine that begins...
On time you once gave,
You no longer give.

Know now you do what and who,
Initiated that headache.
With an acknowledgement discovered,
You can refuse the invitation for your own sake.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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