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The breadth of the potential readership is also a factor.

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If Truth Was A Factor

If truth was a factor,
There'd be no backup to go after.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.

And if truth was a factor,
There'd be less sadness and more laughter...
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.

We all would benefit from it!
If,
Truth was a factor.
There'd be no sadness that existed.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.

If truth was a factor,
There'd be no backup to go after.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.

And if truth was a factor,
There'd be less sadness and more laughter...
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.

We all would benefit from it!
If,
Truth was a factor.
There'd be no sadness that existed.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.

And if truth was a factor,
There'd be less sadness and more laughter...
If,
Truth was a factor.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As A Factor

Persistence with consistency,
Requires more than a risk.
And a doing it with a progess done...
One must stay firm and fit.

As a factor.
With a matter of fact in tact.
And as a factor...
With one's mind focused on that!

Persistence with consistency,
Requires more than a risk.
And as a factor...
One must stay firm and be fit.
With one's mind focused on that!
And with a matter of fact in tact.

And as a factor...
One must stay firm and be fit.
And as a factor...
One's mind can not drift from this.
And as a factor...
One must stay firm and be fit.
And as a factor...
One can not drift far this.
Or have a mind not feeling it,
Detached from factors.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What You Lookin At

Lyrics by Dan Colon
X-Factor Theme
Yo you dealin' with the X-Factor!
I got everything I ever wanted,
And I'll never give that back.
Well, I know you hate X-Factor, but you ain't gotta look at me like that,
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that.
What you lookin' at?
What you lookin' at?
What you lookin' at?
What you lookin' at?
You wanna rhyme pullin' stunts like that,
See never in my life could I front like that,
I ain't cut like that, I couldnt' run like that,
I'ma keep it non-fiction and take my hat,
Uhhh, Remember back when things looked grim,
I spent a lot of money and time on whimps,
I remember the crew, Remember the good times,
Remember the orange and I'll remember the sunshine,
It's all gone thats the thing of the past,
The fact remains that it moves real fast,
So while you sit around and hope things won't change,
I'll be sittin' pretty singing Hey Pac Wait!
I gotta' tell you baby, Life's been good to me,
And I know that makes you mad 'cause thats something you can't see.
I got everything I ever wanted,
And I'll never give that back.
Well, I know you hate X-Factor, but you ain't gotta look at me like that,
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that.
What you lookin' at?
What you lookin' at?
What you lookin' at?
What you lookin' at?
Yo hear me comin' off of songs of redemption,
I've been a prass for rast and attaption,
I've got your extention, but I'll probably never call,
I'm apalled by the things you done,
Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one,
I get done and I'm glad, but it's a shame you waste it,
You want this so bad you can taste it!
Detroit love do you feel now!?
A stick can move can you feel now!?
I'm on a ride for the 2-triple-0,
Full flair your all american hero!
I gotta' tell you baby, Life's been good to me,
And I know that makes you mad 'cause thats something you can't see.
I got everything I ever wanted,
And I'll never give that back.
Well, I know you hate X-Factor, but you ain't gotta look at me like that,
I said you ain't gotta look at me like that.

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song performed by Uncle Kracker
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Potential New Boyfriend

Got my eye on a boy
Hes eyeing me back
Its looking real good
This could be it
And I know that all of you girls
Would love to steal him away
He bought me a drink
I thanked him real sweet
Its always so nice when you first meet
And I know that all of you women would love to steal him away
So Im warning you
Chorus:
Better keep your hands off my
Better keep your hands off my
Better keep your hands off my potential new boyfriend
Building up an appetite
You can look but you cant buy
Better keep your hands off my potential new boyfriend
Pretty as a picture
Comin on so strong
Hes twisting my ignition key
Turn my motor on
But anyone can see, all his attentions on me
Give us some privacy
2nd chorus:
Better keep your hands off my
Better keep your hands off my
Better keep your hands off my potential new boyfriend
Better keep your hands off my
Its a welcome turn to try
Better keep your hands off my potential new boyfriend
Leave us alone tonight
Then if it dont work out right
Hes all yours
Until then
3rd chorus:
Better keep your hands off my
Better keep your hands off my
Better keep your hands off my potential new boyfriend
They keep crowdin in on me
He smiles rather unsuspiciously
Better keep your hands off my potential new boyfriend
Fade:
Repeat 1st chorus

song performed by Dolly Parton
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Hymns Of The Marshes.

I. Sunrise.

In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;
Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep,
Interwoven with waftures of wild sea-liberties, drifting,
Came through the lapped leaves sifting, sifting,
Came to the gates of sleep.
Then my thoughts, in the dark of the dungeon-keep
Of the Castle of Captives hid in the City of Sleep,
Upstarted, by twos and by threes assembling:
The gates of sleep fell a-trembling
Like as the lips of a lady that forth falter `Yes,'
Shaken with happiness:
The gates of sleep stood wide.

I have waked, I have come, my beloved! I might not abide:
I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, to hide
In your gospelling glooms, -- to be
As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the sea my sea.

Tell me, sweet burly-bark'd, man-bodied Tree
That mine arms in the dark are embracing, dost know
From what fount are these tears at thy feet which flow?
They rise not from reason, but deeper inconsequent deeps.
Reason's not one that weeps.
What logic of greeting lies
Betwixt dear over-beautiful trees and the rain of the eyes?

O cunning green leaves, little masters! like as ye gloss
All the dull-tissued dark with your luminous darks that emboss
The vague blackness of night into pattern and plan,
So,
(But would I could know, but would I could know,)
With your question embroid'ring the dark of the question of man, --
So, with your silences purfling this silence of man
While his cry to the dead for some knowledge is under the ban,
Under the ban, --
So, ye have wrought me
Designs on the night of our knowledge, -- yea, ye have taught me,
So,
That haply we know somewhat more than we know.

Ye lispers, whisperers, singers in storms,
Ye consciences murmuring faiths under forms,
Ye ministers meet for each passion that grieves,
Friendly, sisterly, sweetheart leaves,
Oh, rain me down from your darks that contain me

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poem by Sidney Lanier
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The Marshes of Glynn

Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven
Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs, --
Emerald twilights, --
Virginal shy lights,
Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,
When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades
Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,
Of the heavenly woods and glades,
That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within
The wide sea-marshes of Glynn; --

Beautiful glooms, soft dusks in the noon-day fire, --
Wildwood privacies, closets of lone desire,
Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves, --
Cells for the passionate pleasure of prayer to the soul that grieves,
Pure with a sense of the passing of saints through the wood,
Cool for the dutiful weighing of ill with good; --

O braided dusks of the oak and woven shades of the vine,
While the riotous noon-day sun of the June-day long did shine
Ye held me fast in your heart and I held you fast in mine;
But now when the noon is no more, and riot is rest,
And the sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West,
And the slant yellow beam down the wood-aisle doth seem
Like a lane into heaven that leads from a dream, --
Ay, now, when my soul all day hath drunken the soul of the oak,
And my heart is at ease from men, and the wearisome sound of the stroke
Of the scythe of time and the trowel of trade is low,
And belief overmasters doubt, and I know that I know,
And my spirit is grown to a lordly great compass within,
That the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn
Will work me no fear like the fear they have wrought me of yore
When length was fatigue, and when breadth was but bitterness sore,
And when terror and shrinking and dreary unnamable pain
Drew over me out of the merciless miles of the plain,

Oh, now, unafraid, I am fain to face
The vast sweet visage of space.
To the edge of the wood I am drawn, I am drawn,
Where the gray beach glimmering runs, as a belt of the dawn,
For a mete and a mark
To the forest-dark: --
So:
Affable live-oak, leaning low, --
Thus -- with your favor -- soft, with a reverent hand,
(Not lightly touching your person, Lord of the land!)
Bending your beauty aside, with a step I stand
On the firm-packed sand,

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poem by Sidney Lanier
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I have no idea what readership is of written editorials, but it doesn't come anywhere close to the readership of editorial cartoons.

quote by Paul Conrad
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The Wind

I felt the blowing of the wind
As it entered my breadth from deep within
It entered my soul, and then wouldn't let go
It is the wind, from whence life begins.

The Wind she is know by boy and man
And whomever sits, or walks or stands
For the wind is known, when she has blown
And when she does not, the world it moans.

The Wind, she is my friend
As a boy journeys through the world of man
She strengthens the soul, when she has blown
So onto her breadth, I will forever hold.

The name of the wind, I will call it Kim
As she enters my breadth from deep within
She surrounds my soul, and will not let go
Kim, is the name of the wind.

The wind is a woman dear
As beautiful as the stars painted in the sky
And when she sends her kiss, Men then wish
And the boys just kneel down to cry.

The Wind she is my breeze I do believe
From the steps I walk to the air I breathe
And when she touches my face, my sorrows are erased
For she is the wind, and the wind, she is my breeze.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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A Fallen Yew

It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,
Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,
And last with stateliest rhyme.

No tender Dryad ever did indue
That rigid chiton of rough yew,
To fret her white flesh through:

But some god like to those grim Asgard lords,
Who walk the fables of the hordes
From Scandinavian fjords,

Upheaved its stubborn girth, and raised unriven,
Against the whirl-blast and the levin,
Defiant arms to Heaven.

When doom puffed out the stars, we might have said,
It would decline its heavy head,
And see the world to bed.

For this firm yew did from the vassal leas,
And rain and air, its tributaries,
Its revenues increase,

And levy impost on the golden sun,
Take the blind years as they might run,
And no fate seek or shun.

But now our yew is strook, is fallen--yea
Hacked like dull wood of every day
To this and that, men say.

Never! -To Hades' shadowy shipyards gone,
Dim barge of Dis, down Acheron
It drops, or Lethe wan.

Stirred by its fall--poor destined bark of Dis! -
Along my soul a bruit there is
Of echoing images,

Reverberations of mortality:
Spelt backward from its death, to me
Its life reads saddenedly.

Its breast was hollowed as the tooth of eld;
And boys, their creeping unbeheld,
A laughing moment dwelled.

Yet they, within its very heart so crept,
Reached not the heart that courage kept

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poem by Francis Thompson
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Where Are We Going?

Restraints were hoisted on at such an early age
Straps were tightened in the class
Scripts by the school sage
Putting out the spark
Left us in the dark
Possibilities shut right down
The cleaver of the uniform was handed down
Treated like a clown
Where are we going
Where are we going
What are we doing
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
Throwing is away
All that potential
All that potential
Trickling away like that
We will refuse to be your clones or
Work in someones scheme
Let a person find themselves not be part
Of a machine that worships power and wealth
We need our sanity
A day will come when everyone will have
Their due respect
Hate will no longer be a twisted form of love
Where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that
Tell me where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that

song performed by Howard Jones
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Prime Factor

Life is not fair at times!
But, it is always so;
And it is too complex for you and i.

I can't stop the moves of nature!
But, you wonder 'why';
For, it is like a new prime factor without fractions.

Life is not fair at times!
But do discover yourself in its fantasies! !
However, you should not underestimate the muse of nature.

The prime factor,
And of the dropp of water as precious as gold!
But, do not underestimate the moves of nature.

The prime factor!
For the dropp of the sperm is as precious as life;
However, life is not fair at times.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A fine rhyme to be penned.......soon

I've lost me sizzle factor
I've lost me sizzle factor
Maybe now I qualify
For X factor!

Just give me time
I've lost me rhyme
Love give me time
I must read me lines

poem by Harriet James
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Haematology Lesson

The question was what is Rh,
it is a bloody factor
that can destroy an unborn life
in a most painful way.
If father has the factor,
and mother is a minus
the baby may inherit
the father's blood, a plus.
The mother then detects
this foreign factor quickly
and gets her panzers ready
that's how it works my friend.
There is no other option
so learn this simple fact
the mother must be minus
the father needs a plus.

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Insect Kin

Iron lung i know you well
deal with you like a bad spell
see the trail moon burns
red strip and vicadin
you were the only one
you're the censor
you'll never people me
i'm not defenseless
in the afternoon as the light dims
build a life out of all this semtex
you're the brightest one
you were the centre
the perfect opposite of what you asked for
it's not just one way
a negative factor
with all these wasps out
i'd better take cover
copper tongue beam me up
lonely without my impediments
start to save what we used to steal
walking on gelatin
i never noticed you
you were the brightest one
you were wide of me
just like the english sun
you caught the light again
in a perfect way
the biggest threat of all
is in the alleyway
you're the demon seed
you're the factor
feel better with a little bit of plaster
it's not just one way
a negative factor
with all these wasps out
better take cover
there's all the pain
in the way she talks
all the pain in the way she walks
all the pain in her wave goodbye
all the pain in the way she smiles
all the pain in her fatal charm
all the pain in her arms

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Live It As It Exists

More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect...
That, with time, gets for others,
Less accessible...
With no regrets.

Trust is a factor,
And the key to one's peace.
'Some' one knows do not honor this.
And eventually are discovered,
To be the core of disharmony...
Within a friendship that is thought to be,
Closer than it is in reality!

More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.

And when respect is an issue,
Anyone has to raise?
With those trusted in an inner circle,
That had not before been appraised?
Something about the need for this...
Should not be argued but dealt with quick!

More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
With a peace of mind,
One should not have to define...
But live it as it exists.

There is no need for a quarrel,
To begin over it!
One should have what one deserves.
And to live it as it exists.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Interest Factor

That interest factor I once had,
Has packed.
It's gone.
To no longer wish to entice excitement.

And nothing that it has already experienced,
In an environment of minds clinging onto despair...
And recreating woes,
Can stimulate the generating of pep and vigor again.
It's just too exhausting to keep that kind of hope alive.

And I have struggled with the 'whys' and 'reasons',
People have such a priority...
To complain about their illnesses,
As 'if' picked and selected as custom made gifts.

I have prayed to stay with belief my showed devotion,
Would prove to anyone my loyalty could never be undone.
And the lesson I have learned is to dismiss the saying of 'never'.

That interest factor I once had,
Has packed.
It's gone.
To no longer wish to entice excitement.

However...
And I must say this,
My own happiness has not been affected.
It has been left intact without a need to have it shared.
More than anything I do care about that.

That interest factor I mentioned that I once had,
And has packed to leave to go...
Has been forwarded to a fresh destination.
Where appreciation stimulates,
Everyone's participation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Me Factor

Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!

We are often told how selfish it is,
To think of oneself and how that is negative.
It is said 'to give' is better than 'to receive'.
Although in doing so...
Receiving for some is difficult to show!

Giving to give and thinking nothing of themselves...
Are many who live who believe 'to give' is positive!
And yes it is an act of unselfishness.
But many are living and not receiving proper rest!
And living to receive with a 'me' factor conceived,
Is the one thing they detest.
In this giving to receive cycle some suggest!

Confusion sometimes a theory shared begins.
It is said to those who give,
To learn to receive...
And let just giving end!
But when one is raised to do for others...
The Me Factor spoken may sit well for some,
But doesn't become another's druthers!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free will and Fear

Cupidity is a door before most...
Avarice is that host...
But greed is the ghost...

Ever wonder why you wanted...
Every good looking male or female?
For you ladies...

Having more then one sex partner...
Was considered taboo...
But for young men...

It was like being a boxer...
Win, win, win....
You the rooster...
She the the hen...

Women you have free-will...
And when you use it right or wrong...

you feel less then strong...
Guys when you use your free-will...
You rob, steal and kill...

for the thrill...
later becoming ill...

God gave us all the choice...
To use free-will...
But what good is free-will...

When it cause you to kill...
Have more then one sex partner...
Rape or mutilate another human...

Now take greed a known factor...
In choice of free-will...
Pride another factor...
The Jones another factor...

War, is there a choice in...
Free-will for the trooper...
Fear, not free-will...

A rape victim giving into the rapist...
Survival or free-will...
(The Feeling) ...
What is it about...
The feeling that makes free-will...
Different from what...

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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Second Book

TIMES followed one another. Came a morn
I stood upon the brink of twenty years,
And looked before and after, as I stood
Woman and artist,–either incomplete,
Both credulous of completion. There I held
The whole creation in my little cup,
And smiled with thirsty lips before I drank,
'Good health to you and me, sweet neighbour mine
And all these peoples.'
I was glad, that day;
The June was in me, with its multitudes
Of nightingales all singing in the dark,
And rosebuds reddening where the calyx split.
I felt so young, so strong, so sure of God!
So glad, I could not choose be very wise!
And, old at twenty, was inclined to pull
My childhood backward in a childish jest
To see the face of't once more, and farewell!
In which fantastic mood I bounded forth
At early morning,–would not wait so long
As even to snatch my bonnet by the strings,
But, brushing a green trail across the lawn
With my gown in the dew, took will and way
Among the acacias of the shrubberies,
To fly my fancies in the open air
And keep my birthday, till my aunt awoke
To stop good dreams. Meanwhile I murmured on,
As honeyed bees keep humming to themselves;
'The worthiest poets have remained uncrowned
Till death has bleached their foreheads to the bone,
And so with me it must be, unless I prove
Unworthy of the grand adversity,–
And certainly I would not fail so much.
What, therefore, if I crown myself to-day
In sport, not pride, to learn the feel of it,
Before my brows be numb as Dante's own
To all the tender pricking of such leaves?
Such leaves? what leaves?'
I pulled the branches down,
To choose from.
'Not the bay! I choose no bay;
The fates deny us if we are overbold:
Nor myrtle–which means chiefly love; and love
Is something awful which one dare not touch
So early o' mornings. This verbena strains
The point of passionate fragrance; and hard by,
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
Ah–there's my choice,–that ivy on the wall,
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow

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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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It took the United States until 1920 to give women the franchise and another 40 or 50 years to start utilizing women's potential. How many women of incredible potential did we fail and what achievements were lost to all because we never tapped that potential?

quote by James E. Rogers
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