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Knock It Down

Knock it down,
All the hurting.
Knock it down,
All the pain.
Knock it down,
From your vision.
Knock it off your name!

Knock it down,
All the hurting.
Knock it down,
All the pain.
Knock it down,
From your vision.
And knock it off your name.

Take that load,
Off those shoulders you hold.
And knock it down to the ground.
Don't try to reload.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left-To-Pout

I want to know what you want.
This beating around the bush skit,
Has played out.
From your lips to my ears...
I want to hear what this is about!
Come out with it!

You're gay?
Is that what you want to say?
Or is it,
You are cruiser friendly?

Don't claim you are a freak.
You'd be walking on the wrong turf,
In my territory.
On my streets.

What is it?
You're a lesbian in a borrowed body?
And you want to confess this to Oprah.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rejected

She says she’s very sorry, as she sees you to the gate;
You calmly say ‘Good-bye’ to her while standing off a yard,
Then you lift your hat and leave her, walking mighty stiff and straight—
But you’re hit, old man—hit hard.
In your brain the words are burning of the answer that she gave,
As you turn the nearest corner and you stagger just a bit;
But you pull yourself together, for a man’s strong heart is brave
When it’s hit, old man—hard hit.

You might try to drown the sorrow, but the drink has no effect;
You cannot stand the barmaid with her coarse and vulgar wit;
And so you seek the street again, and start for home direct,
When you’re hit, old man—hard hit.

You see the face of her you lost, the pity in her smile—
Ah! she is to the barmaid as is snow to chimney grit;
You’re a better man and nobler in your sorrow, for a while,
When you’re hit, old man—hard hit.

And, arriving at your lodgings, with a face of deepest gloom,

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poem by Henry Lawson
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In order to crash the party and be a clown with your own skit, you had to be there for quite a while.

quote by David Strathairn
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The skit was very successful based on the applause. After that show, the three of us decided to get together and try and come up with some songs that we could all participate in.

quote by Phil Harris
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She and my uncle were very sociable and would have a lot of people over at night to play cards or whatever. The high spot of those evenings was when we kids got dressed up to do a skit or something to amuse the guests. I loved it.

quote by Louise Fletcher
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Big Brothers

Big brothers can be mean
Big brothers can be nasty
Big brothers can be annoying
Whenever they are seen
They skit people and fight
And play footy and all night
Then never gets things right
In the summer they eat ice-scream
But in sports they don’t work as a team
In the winter they throw snow balls
And always laugh when someone falls
Football begins people start biting
Starting arguments and then shouting
Leading to disagreements and then fighting
And I’m always sitting there shaking my head doubting

poem by Jennifer Maliya
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Pearl

Feelin like New Orleans oyster grit
Hungover down in the lowly pit
Me and a shuckin crackin shell bit
Givin the grindin pucker mouth spit
Head is all hazy and hot, not lit
Only light is a musty shanty eye slit
Wearin a worn and torn sleeveless knit
In the total dank dark, hunkered I sit
All around foul smellin nasty stuff
Standin up against all odds, can't quit
Coaxing my saxophone's weeping fit
Lryics from a two beat muffled rhyme wit
The nodding and tapping means a pearl hit
Not like some crazy dreamt up skit
This is real…this is it

poem by Paul H Nelson
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With a Skit To Scoot I Had To Scat

With a skit to scoot I had to scat.
Don't want to be bothered,
To stay where I'm not wanted at.

Even my days sleeping on the door mat,
Is a life threatening challenge...
If I should try to sneak back.

And for a cat replaced by a dog...
Why am I attracted,
To attempt getting into the sack with that?

When there are other cats,
Willing to teach me to use my eyes...
To get picked up!

A purring with a soft 'meow' these days,
Just does not work!
And I remember when being a Tabby,
Was the rage.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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See Wan Man's Poison Meets Sea's Treat

From seed to tumbleweed dust shroud appeared
as plague upon the solstice, land at sea,
and yet, to sea, soil transfers sudden sheered
to fertilize both seaweed, plankton. Tree
roos, cities, suffered, yet ruse balance seemed
to be in play as mother Nature's wit
hung spider webs with dew dust duly schemed
to compensate for overfishing: skit
set sand cat 'mid man pigeons as down under
'pollution' levels rose to record highs,
yet this same gold dust showed all was not blunder,
if not solution, gift, prodigious size
for all marine around the Austral coast,
which, could they sing, would providence rich toast.
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(14 February 2010)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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