Guests And Mourners
Marriage and funerals
guests and mourners
so interchangeable
the banter and levity
remains the same
as the tired old suits
and dresses
all playing the game.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Hooped Dresses In the Dirt Dragging
Is it so crazy to relive happy days.
With a squeaky clean innocence,
To amaze.
Gone are cloudy eyes cleared from a haze.
Reminiscent of those times,
Covered wagons were the rage.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging,
With dudes in zoot suits.
Wide-legged, high-waisted pants...
And wearing button spatted boots.
Today are seen exposed breasts.
And men's underwear.
No one wants to cover up,
Anything bare.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Dudes in zoot suits,
And wearing button spatted boots.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
My mind is old-fashion.
Yet ecclectic are my dreams.
I'd never thought I'd be a prude.
But some exposed butts demean.
So crude are these visions.
Looking away is not enough.
Who okayed today's display?
With no signs of it giving up!
My eyes have grown tired.
And my lips have long not touched.
'Where are we? '
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Dudes in zoot suits,
And wearing button spatted boots.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
Today are seen exposed breasts.
And men's underwear.
No one wants to cover up,
Anything bare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Been Playing Me For So Long
What do you mean,
I am not the same person,
You though you knew?
I am that person...
Whether you knew me or not.
Nothing about me has been in hiding.
But this game you have been playing with consistency?
With spells of hide and seek.
And self centered ego tantrums?
Has grown tired to accept in my adulthood.
One of us has to take off the mask.
That is probably the reason you don't recognize me.
You've been playing me for so long,
You didn't bother to realize we both had grown up!
I did.
And that me you knew...
Is not that me you'd like for me to be!
The only thing that has not changed...
Is the approach to your tired game.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marriages
Marriage of two minds
Unites two ideas.
Both agree and disagree,
Yet each remains itself.
Marriage of two souls
Unites two spirits.
They dance, separate, and intertwine,
Yet each remains unique.
Marriage of two people
Unites two bodies.
They touch and are touched,
Yet each remains separate.
Marriage of two hearts
Unites two bloods.
They fill and are filled,
Give and are given to.
But when two people love,
The two hearts are shared,
And they are never the same!
The two hearts become:
One.
poem by Jennifer Katz
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Solitair, a teacher
Solitaire is a card game
Developed for playing
By self with no opponent
The fact is you are
Playing your own self
This is what
Solitaire teaches you
You shuffle cards
You distribute them
Upside down
Over eight or ten rows
Not knowing which card
Lays where and in what order
Keeping only the top layer open
You start arranging
Cards in descending order
As you move an open card
The card immediately under
Opens up
The card opening up may or may ot be
Matching your requirements
While opening up card
Depends on your luck
Card moving is totally
Left to you and
A lot depends on your skill
But you keep playing
Till the time either you win
By accumulating suits in order
Or when you get stuck
With no more moving of cards possible
And you lose the game
Life is like that only
And as in solitaire you play it alone
Though you seemingly have partners
And you must know that
You are all alone playing your game
You act on visible opportunities
And as you act upon this
New venues opening up
One by one
Either to your surprise or shock
Still you keep playing the game of life
Expecting each time when you act
There will be favourable changes
And with further scopes for gaining
The only difference is that
You quit the game in solitaire
But in life the game leaves you
At its discretion
Leaving you to wonder
Whether you are a winner or loser
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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I'm tired of the industry, tired of playing the whole game - the dressing up, the red carpet. I hate talking about myself.
quote by Drea De Matteo
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Sick And Tired
Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
You're the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I won't run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh I'll forgive, but I can't forget,
You know you're a fake, but I just can't take no more,
Cause I'm tired of it.
I'm so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
I'm so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
You're a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
I'm so tired of it all.
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
I'm so tired, I'M sick and tired of it all
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Sick & Tired
Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
Youre the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I wont run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh Ill forgive, but I cant forget,
You know youre a fake, but I just cant take no more,
Cause Im tired of it.
Im so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
Im so tired, sick and tired,
Im so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
Youre a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
Im so tired of it all.
Im so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
Im so tired, Im sick and tired of it all.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Cheap Date
wasted youth on
being wasted
tasting the lips of liars
with checkered pasts
playing the game
not playing the game
being game
taming
the shrew
I liked to shop
hunting for bargains
hunting for game
game over
he was no bargain
what is the price
you'll pay?
at what cost?
poem by L.K. Thayer
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Those Same Games Played
Game players become hooked,
Until mesmerized...
To the playing of a game,
That remains the same unchanged.
It's much like the learning children do,
Of the letters in the alphabet.
Each letter is assigned something fixed,
And simplistic that sticks in their heads.
Once a game is remembered,
It doesn't matter who plays it.
But those who have chosen,
These games to play are not aware...
The testing of them occured long before,
They were born to realize...
Those same games played were always there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Marriage
Pessimistic views: :
Marriage is a gamble!
Marriage is a punishment;
Marriage is an evil that
Most can’t but accept.
Optimistic views:
Marriage is a gift of God;
Marriage is a blessing;
Marriage is an enjoyment,
We make the best of it.
Truths:
Marriage is so wonderful;
Marriage is so fulfilling;
Marriage is so wholesome;
Marriage is an endless love,
More priceless than all wealth!
Marriage is a way of life;
Marriage is so natural;
Marriage is the better way,
For two, to reach Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-7-2006
poem by John Celes
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Heart Of My Own
I cant go near the scent of flowers.
I cant look at the sky.
I cant turn on the radio
And not cry.
I wont watch lovers holding hands
Or the sun sinking down.
I cant look at a single thing in this town.
You were playing a game and i,
I lost count of the days and the nights.
Do you know that you were my life?
Im tryin hard to find all thats left of me,
Now that you left me alone.
Tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
I have looked through every single book,
Torn through every poem,
Heard the words of every voice
That Ive known.
How can you have such a hold on me,
When youve already let go?
You must have more power than I know.
Woah.
You were playing a game and i,
I lost count of the days and the nights.
Oh, did you know that you were my life? !
Im tryin hard to find all thats left of me,
Now that you left me alone,
Im tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
You gave me heaven and showed me how to fly,
Then laughed when I fell from the sky, yeah!
[guitar interlude]
Tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
Im tryin hard to find all thats left of me,
Now that you left me alone,
Im tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Richard Marx
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At the Altar
Now to take away your life –
Devour your soul afresh upon
The birth of every dawning day
– The spawn of sun and earth –
As of the way Prometheus lost hepatic flesh –
He stole fire! You stole gropes
And f*cks of me; so suffer thee!
Oh yes, perspire! Drizzle down the beads
Upon that crimson, blotchy skin –
I see the once cocksure pose, my man,
Is wearing terribly thin.
Indeed, an absence of repose
Discloses thumping in your chest –
Irregularly rhythmic – like the humping
(When you thought I was a body to molest) .
No more! my little man, for I shall wrest
The living essence from your
Paling, quivering form! –
You’ve had your gentle calm
Before the rumblings of the storm!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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On Matchdays
Meet in the pub
have a few beers
banter with away fans
wind each other up.
Make way to the ground
soak up the atmosphere
quick flick through the programme
clap the players onto the pitch.
A half time pint and pie
chat about the game
then back to your seat
hug your mate, just scored.
Gutted a late equaliser
but hold on for a draw
some boo, some clap
back to the pub.
Have a few beers
banter with away fans
wind each other up
shake hands,
'safe journey home '
poem by Kevin Halls
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Playing With The Boys
Id say it was the right time
To walk away
When dreaming takes you nowhere
Its time to play
Bodies working overtime
Your money dont matter
The clock keeps ticking
When someones on your mind
Im moving in slow motion
Feels so good
Its a strange anticipation
Knock, knock, knocking on wood
Bodies working overtime
Man against man
And all that ever matters
Is baby whos ahead in the game
Funny but its always the same
Playing, playing with the boys
Playing, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Said it was the wrong thing
For me to do
I said its just a boys game
Girls play too
My heart is working overtime
In this kind of game
People get hurt
Im afraid that someone is me
If you want to find me, Ill be
Playing, playing with the boys
Staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
I dont want to be the moth around your fire
I dont want to be obsessed by my desire
Im ready, Im leaving
Ive seen enough
...with the boys
Ive seen enough
You play too rough
Playing, playing with the boys
Ill be staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Playing with the boys
Playing
Playing
Playing
Playing
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Funerals Are For The Living
funerals for family friends
to pay public last respects
to comfort living are funerals
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wife to Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)
I stroll along a fragrant country lane
With honeysuckle perfume on the air -
And feathered crooner's warble to revere -
Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain
In empathy - it seems to sense my pain
Of knowing all was done with my affair -
Her empty meaning now the solitaire
She cast away - betrothment all in vain.
But oceans team with many fish to catch
So I must up and hoist another sail
And seek the one that really waits for me,
For soon auspicious breezes will prevail
In guiding forth to find a truer match:
The one to take my hand as wife to be.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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So Finer
To bear a dress one picks from the academy
Is to deliver a speech for the other men who are men;
The laity speaks with a duty to be heard,
One expert has spoken on the tasks of beauty
And suffering.
I see the flown wings of an older generation,
Their suits are in the middle of golden dresses;
Ladies so finer than themselves shall sway
In time with the music that is concrete and sad,
Innocence is sad.
To be caution is to be godly, and this message made me
A monument on the glad surfaces,
On those narratives we call upon
In the middle of forefingers,
Those glaring feet of fingers and dresses.
poem by Naveed Akram
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From a painting by Hans Holbein: Portrait of Anna Meyer (c.1526)
What have they done to you, Anna Meyer?
Dispirited eyes focus on the floor.
Cloth carapace binds your torso
as securely as the armour it resembles.
Are they - or you - scared of your body,
of your budding maturity?
Must a Burgomeister's daughter
live out the lie
that she is not a woman in the making?
Should a Burgomeister's daughter
be kept in wraps until her marriage,
when the armour is removed
but the shell remains?
Does the Burgomeister's daughter
get to play like other children,
or is she already locked into
the rôle of doll-child,
name, face, personality interchangeable
with any who will say yes Papa
and no Papa, and bow just so
to official visitors?
Do you dream, Anna Meyer,
of a different kind of existence,
or are you on the way to being
the wife of another Burgomeister,
giving birth to other Annas,
evolved to exist in shells
of your and their own making?
poem by Wild Bill Balding
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Stop N Go
Stop N Go"
I knew from the start you were running game
You'd fade away like Jordan then cross me over when you come back again
I'm not superwoman so i can't see what's goign on in your mind
It's been so long that i strung you along
So many dates, so many hours on the phone
And i know you getting tired of playing the game of cat and mouse
I wonder if i let you catch me, would you run your mouth
So i'm not sure if i wanna
Stop
Go
Just move slow
Let
Go
And enjoy the moment
Stop
Go
So confusing that i
Don't
Know
I feel i wanna explode
We're in the first quarter and i feel i wanna but i know we oughta not
Cuz if i pass it to you there's a chance that you might mess around and drop the rock
So you better make sure in the court you're the best i've ever seen
Cuz i would hate to have to trade you to another team
It's been so hard playing my emotions off
Knowing that i wanna give in but too afraid to go too far
And i know you're getting tired of playing the game of hard to get
But i wonder if i let you in would you tell your friends
So i'm not sure if i wanna
Stop, go
Just move slow
Let go
And enjoy the momeny
Stop, go
So confusing that i
Don't know
I feel i wanna explode
My heart, says yes
My mind, says no
Cuz i don't know if i wanna break down and let go
My heart, says yes
My mind, says no
Cuz i know if i'm ready now i'll be wanting more
More this, more that
More time, to chat
And i'll be wanting a commitment from you and much more attention
That's why i'm so confused
When it comes to loving you
Stop, go
Just move slow
Let go
And enjoy the moment
Stop, go
So confusing that i
Don't know
Feel i wanna explode
Stop, go
Just move slow
Let go
And enjoy the moment
Stop, go
So confusing that i
Don't know
Feel i wanna explode
song performed by by Faith Evans
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