As I Brush My Teeth
it is not the sensitive teeth
it is the sensitivity of the soul
listening to the rhythmic brushing
the sound of too much repetition
the cycles of up and down
the softness of the gum
the whitening of the dentin
the gargle and the flushing
inside the indifference of the
faucet catching all that you give
the bathroom that
persists in its inanimate
presence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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poem by David Keig
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Reverse Psychology
Never could I get,
With you...
Too exhausted.
And I keep my breath,
Minted fresh.
As we caress.
And find ourselves,
Awakening from a night...
Of peaceful rest.
Although for me,
Those times may come...
Infrequently.
You see...
Nothing between us,
Will I ever let upset.
Or will I eat,
Without carefully brushing,
All my teeth.
That's how close,
I want us to be!
And I pray and hope,
Those days will come,
More frequently.
'And I do get...
Your reverse psychology.'
Honey...
What are you talking about?
'Honeeeee...
What are you talking about?
I can take a hint.
I will gargle AND brush my teeth!
How's that? '
Well...
Hurry up.
Before I fall to sleep!
'All you had to say,
Was that my breath smells bad! '
Does it?
I didn't notice.
'And remove all of those mints from the bed,
Before I get back.'
WHY are you so sensitive?
Geeeessshhh.
'Shut,
Up!
Do not say another thing.
Poetically or not.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensitivity
Listen, baby, dont even waste your tears on an insensitive man.
Theres better things for you.
I mean, what you really need is someone who cares,
Someone whos gonna be there for you, someone like me, baby.
Someone with sensitivity.
Ooh, do you understand? can you feel it?
Hey, ooh, naw...
Girl, I know its been hard since he went away
And left you so sad. you cry every day.
Let me kiss your tears, erase all your doubt.
cause for you Im here, you wont be without love.
Dont need a man thatll give you money.
Come on let me show you just what you need honey.
I got what you need.
Dont need a man thatll treat you funny
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Someone who can love you, someone who will need you,
Someone who will treat you right, like me, girl.
Someone you can hold at night, someone stable in your life.
Aw, baby, you needd a man with sensitivity, a man like me.
Baby, honey, there aint another man,
Aw, you know, you know, honey like I do, baby.
Hang in there, hang on in there, baby.
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
You see you need someone whos there like a gentleman.
If anybody can fit the description, baby I can.
Someone who cares and dares to give himself completely?
You got it in me, you need a man with sensitivity.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
You need a man- not any man,
Warm and sensitive, thats what I can give.
Man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Dont need a man thatll give you money.
Dont need a man. come on let me show you just what you need, honey.
Oh, Ive got what you need, baby.
Dont need a man thatll treat you funny.
Im a gentleman at heart.
You need a man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Save a little love for me, save it, baby.
Sensitivity. baby I got what you need. i got it.
Sensitivity. save a little love for me, save your love for me.
Sensitivity.
Man with sensitivity; a man like me.
Hold on my darlin, dont let me down.
Ill erase all your doubts.
Hold on my darlin, Im here for you, baby, no matter what.
(fade--)
Aw, sugar, no.
song performed by by New Edition
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Intensed Suspension
Sensitive...
And in you I am.
There to feel your glee,
And sorrow.
There to feel a smile maintained.
Although under the surface,
I know more is contained.
Sensitive...
Without a word spoken.
I come to you to give.
A presence you can depend on,
Knowing with a hug what it is...
To live life like this,
And what you need from me.
And what we agree we miss!
It is my sense to sense when your senses,
Have spent intensed suspension...
In sensitivity.
You like that I know that?
I know...
Me too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nature's Way Of Cleaning Itself....
it is all about a washing
flushing out
there is only the sound of water
wailing unwanted
it will be quick and too easy
nature does not feel
it is not retaliation
nature never gets angry
it is just about a cleansing
there is too much parasites inside its belly
to many plaques between gum and teeth
too much pus and tumors at its back
it is all about flushing out
urine and feces
then nature goes up
dresses itself and moves on
unlike you it does not have a mirror
there is no looking back
it walks again not feeling any guilt
not even remembering what really happened
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Turn Off The World
Got to pull it up
Got to pull it out
Got to survive
Got to stay calm
Got to think fast
Dont want to burn
Searching for a door
Searching for a way
Out of this thing
I dont know whats wrong
Dont know what to do
Im out of control
Nothing I can do
Nothing seems to work
Im barely alive
Got to slow it down
Got to do something
Or give in
Watching us fall
Trying everything
Fighting for life
Running out of time
I dont have a choice
Im riding it in
Im inside and Im trying to get out
Im inside and Im screaming for some help
And everythings gone wrong
Im listening to the sound of my own fear
Im listening to the sound of someones tears
Im listening to me
This is the fear
This is nothing like
You could believe
Panic in my heart
Like a cold hand
Pulling at strings
Ill do anything
Even pray to god
Just let me out
Turn off the machine
Turn off all the noise
Turn off the world
Im inside and Im trying to get out
Im inside and Im screaming for some help
And everythings gone wrong
Im listening to the sound of my own fear
Im listening to the sound of someones tears
Im listening to me
Im inside and Im trying to get out
Im inside and Im screaming for some help
And everythings gone wrong
Im listening to the sound of my own fear
Im listening to the sound of someones tears
Im listening to me
You learn fast when everything breaks down
You learn fast when thats all that you can do
You learn fast or nothing
song performed by by Gary Numan
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The Pieces Of Self....
everyday i see myself
first as the wholeness of the egg
its whiteness ignored
cracked by the fork and
scrambled and fried
those pearls of white rice
cooked and handed over
on white porcelain plates
breakfast is not strange
otherwise if i ask, i will be
strange to all that is expected
to be familiar
in the bathroom i turn on the light
and see the miniature of sun
after the pee and the poo i feel
the softness of tissue and the
cleansing of water
flushing is such a relieving sound
and everything is in order now
the brushing begins and the
mirroring and the parting of hair
the shower gives some songs
life is cool after all and then one
gets used to the usual grooming
putting on socks fitting on belts and
shoes and buttoning shirts and
zippering
one gets outside finally and see the
real world feel the real air and hear
the real sounds of the traffic
one who reads this finds nothing
spectacular
after all
what is spectacular about routine?
and life is just one of those
routines in all your pieces of self
that you scatter all over the office,
the streets, the house
the room
and in all places of the heart and
spleen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sometimes the beauty of the world is so overwhelming, I just want to throw back my head and gargle. Just gargle and gargle, and I don't care who hears me, because I am beautiful.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Repetition
You get up in the morning
And every single day
Is just a repetition
Its always been that way
You live alone inside your head
Incommunicado, in the land of living dead
Each days a repetition
Of the one that went before
Like watching an old movie
You cant sit through anymore
Why dont you kick the habit
And walk right out that door?
From all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition
Its always been that way
Its in your head, its in your eyes
Youre boring and its no surprise
With all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition
They say its time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day
You look in the mirror
Is anybody there?
Its only a reflection
That doesnt really care
Youre a product of your time
Looking hard for something, but you never saw the sign
Lock inside a prison
But thats where you wanna be
Stuck in solitary
And youve thrown away the key
You say you want your freedom
But you dont wanna get away
Then you wake up, its time for you
To start another day
With all the repetition, day after day, all the repetition
All the repetition day after day
Another chance, another day
You know its time to get away from all the repetition
Day after day
How long you gonna sit and wait
Youre getting on its getting late
They say its time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day
song performed by by Kinks
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Joy In Repetition
{crowd noise same as for alphabet street}
He like to frequent this club down up on 36th
Pimps and thangs like 2 hang outside and cuss for kicks
Talking 2 no one in particular, they say the baddest I am tonight
4 letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite.
All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside
Live music from a band plays a song called soul psychodelicide.
The songs a year long and had been playing 4 months when he
Walked into the place.
No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.
Up on the mic repeating 2 words, over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in the
Articulated manner in which she said them.
These 2 words, a little bit behind the beat.
I mean just enough 2 turn u on.
4 everytime she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.
Should he try 2 rap with her? should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her, she didnt seem 2 care.
So over and over, she said the words til he could take no more, (no more)
He dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me whats your name
She only said the words again and it started to rain (rain, rain, rain)
2 words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
She said love me, love me, what she say?
She say love me, love me.
Joy, why dont u love me baby, joy, why cant u love me baby
Joy, come on and love me baby, joy in repetition
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy, all my wishes add up to one
Love me, joy, love me, joy, love me, joy
Love me, love me, joy, joy, joy in repetition
Joy, joy in repetition,
Joy, joy (love me) in repetition,
Love me, love, joy, joy, joy in repetition
Joy, and Im gonna say it again, joy, joy, and Im gonna say it again,
Joy, Id like 2 go way up high and say, love me, joy
Ill say love me, joy
Joy, joy in repetition, joy in repetition
Theres joy in repetition
song performed by by Prince
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Repetition
Im coming back to you
Just like before.
Ive been a lonely boy
Since I walked out your door.
If theres a life for us,
I dont know.
But I cant live like this
Anymore.
The time I spend alone has nothing to give.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
Im coming back to you,
This time to stay.
If Ive learned one thing
Its that I cant stay away.
The time I spend alone has nothing to give.
The life I lead alone has nowhere to live.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
And I can still recall
How you would hold me.
The way a vast wave
Broke so slowly.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
Repetition,
And we can see this through.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
song performed by by Information Society
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A Royal Flush!
The ‘Assuies’ are levying a tax on water output, so called the ‘flushing tax’,
Some are not flushing as much do reduce their water bill,
Some are going “outside” in their outback, if you will,
In this world wide economic slow down you can’t be lax.
Some businesses are getting to point of developing ‘waterless toilets’,
The composting toilets are great for saving water and money,
They come in a variety of styles and you have much to gain,
With the average household flushing up to 35,000 litres of potable water down the drain each year,
Ecoflo waterless toilets will save you from flushing water and money down the drain.
This is about as good as it gets,
I hope that this will not lead banning of the term flushing,
Because where will the USTA US Open be played?
In Compost Meadows?
That doesn’t sound right.
(2-21-09)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Natural Prerequisite
Sorry to burst your bubble.
But that sensitivity you believe you see?
Is not at all the kind of sensitivity,
Inside of me.
People are quick,
To categorize with labels.
Because I'm known to write,
A bit of poetry.
Of course that depicts me,
To have 'certain' qualities.
You know what I'm sayin'!
And in my presence,
People assume many things.
Sometimes I am made to feel,
As if I am auditioning...
For a role to play in their fantasies.
Because I enjoy the craft of acting.
Its discipline and demands,
Placed on one's attention!
That too I seek.
Or so I am told.
I am a trained vocalist as well.
If my parents sang...
And my mom taught piano.
That's all I knew.
As a child as I grew.
But getting back to 'you'.
And the love you have for passing judgement.
I don't fault you at all,
For finding me complex.
If you add to those assumptions...
Black 'and' dysfunctional!
You'd be the one...
Not me.
Who would get little rest.
I look forward to being examined.
Being mentally 'touched'...
Has been a natural prerequisite,
For what it is I do!
And you just want to sum it all up,
As sensitivity?
You're funny as hell!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You know, Stephen says, in the movies no one ever goes to the bathroom. They shave, they brush their teeth. He goes right at this sort of funny taboo we have about the bathroom, and he turned it into this nightmare, you know, your worst fear of what's in there.
quote by Lawrence Kasdan
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I Could Have Easily Used A Simple Wrench
What do I think about the increase,
Of today's rising social ills?
I remember once having a leaking faucet.
I ignored the dripping of it for weeks.
One day it got on my nerves so bad,
I broke the handle off the faucet.
And tried to stop the gushing of water.
And ended up,
Having to have my entire bathroom remodeled.
And then decided to take out a loan,
To redo my entire home.
Only to discover,
The value of my home depreciated...
When the homes around me were being foreclosed.
And now I am stuck with a bill,
My grandchildren's children...
Will never be able to repay.
And everyday I say to myself...
I could have easily used a simple wrench,
To tighten a loosened nut!
And that would have stopped the dripping.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lost Teddy
Once there was a little child who loved her teddy bear
She always has her teddy bear near her.
Her teddy bear keeps her happy when she’s asleep
The little child was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth
When a little fairy came in and took the little child’s teddy away
To a far away castle that no one knows about it
When the little child had finished doing her teeth, she notice her teddy was missing
She looked everywhere for the teddy
She was crying when she went to her mommy
The little fairy putted the little child’s teddy back on her bed
The little child went up to her bedroom thinking that her teddy was lost forever
But when she got to her bedroom, she saw her teddy lying at the end of the bed
She was so happy that she slept very well.
poem by Jessica Bousfield
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Less emphasis on inventories, I think, may tend to dampen business cycles, because business cycles are typically in the grasp of inventory cycles and heavy industry cycles.
quote by Paul A. Volcker
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Sensitive
Who says a man's not suppose to be
Sensitive
I'm keeping the faith that you still love me
Girl I know there's something wrong
And something strange is going on
And no matter what I do
Wanna can't break through
Girl I need to understand
Cuz you won't give me answers
How can I help you
If you don't want me to
I never hear you laugh
I never see you cry
Never heard you say you need a love like mine
See I'm giving you everything that's inside
But you need to fill me up
Cuz you're not playing with the flame
Girl you won't get burned
You know that's not the kind of thing I do
I guess I need to get what I give
What can I say girl I'm sensitive
Ain't nobody out to control
You or what you stand for
Baby girl I really need to know
Do or don't you want this love
Won't you help me understand
Girl I really need some answers
How can I help you
If you don't want me to
I never hear you laugh
I never see you cry
Never heard you say you need a love like mine
See I'm giving you everything that's inside
But you need to fill me up
Cuz you're not playing with the flame
Girl you won't get burned
You know that's not the kind of thing I do
I guess I need to get what I give
What can I say girl I'm sensitive
Sensitive
Who says a man's not suppose to be
Sensitive
I'm keeping the faith that you still love me
Sensitive
Baby I'm not ashamed to be
Sensitive
Baby I love you
But is it time to let you go
I don't know where we are girl
And you won't let me know
I never hear you laugh
I never see you cry
Never heard you say you need a love like mine
See I'm giving you everything that's inside
But you need to fill me up
Cuz you're not playing with the flame
Girl you won't get burned
You know that's not the kind of thing I do
I guess I need to get what I give
What can I say girl I'm sensitive
song performed by by O-Town from O-Town
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My biggest weakness is my sensitivity. I am too sensitive a person.
quote by Mike Tyson
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My.....
My fragility is not differ from yours
I am more delicate or more sensitive
my debilities not reside on my body, in you
your fragility too!
My weakness is my heart wild
In the same compass
who beats in yours
your weakness too!
My softness is shield in my chest
the return of your echoes
that was blowing up in yours
your softness too!
Thanks to you
Thanks to us
for so many imperfection
All my, all your, all ours! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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