As porridge benefits those who heat and eat it, so does a child benefit those that rear it.
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Run All Out of Benefits of Doubt
Benefit of a doubt?
Do you realize how many benefits
Of doubt I've given out?
How many 'Oh well, that's okay! '
I've said to myself...
To chase those doubts away,
That cropped up to stay?
Sometimes everyday!
To relay to myself,
I understand...
In an understanding way?
Do you realize when I had been in doubt,
I would find myself excusing
A cause someone else brought about.
And then when I became angry...
I was the one to feel guilty,
From being fed nonsense
That would raise my voice then made to shout?
And now you ask me,
To give to you a benefit of a doubt?
Another one?
I've run out of benefits of doubt.
They are gone.
And so are you...
Free to move on!
I have no more in supply.
None for you to use or abuse...
Or deny I have not tried!
Get out.
While I still havean eyebrow raised to offer.
And you are more than welcome to have it!
And before you leave...
Please keep the keys!
New locks I've got,
Just to keep any benefits of doubt restored...
From you forever ignored and blocked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Porridge At The Pub
I had my breakfast this morning at a pub in our town,
But my experience there left my face with a massive frown.
I ordered some porridge, topped with banana and honey,
But, despite it being cheap, it was not worth the money.
With me, the bowlful of porridge was not a massive hit,
Because I found eating it, was like eating a bowlful of grit.
The oats and milk, I found, were far from very well mixed:
Though I'm sure this is a problem that can be easily fixed.
On top of that, I thought the porridge tasted a little bit weird,
So, by me, my bowlful of porridge didn't get totally cleared.
About my breakfast experience, I did not like to complain,
But I won't be eating porridge at that particular pub again.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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No benefit
No benefit
No benefit.
You are cooking
You are eating
You are sitting
You are meeting.
No benefit
No benefit.
No body is there
To share
You have not
Shared anybody.
No benefit
No benefit.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Don't Nick To Chip It When It Benefits
You can forget it when the getting has gone.
But you can't forget when you get it.
You can't forget when you get it.
You can forget it when the getting has gone.
But you can't forget when you get it.
You can't forget when you get it.
When the feeling is strong,
It belongs.
Don't nick to chip it when it fits.
When something given is a benefit.
You can forget it when the getting has gone.
But you can't forget when you get it.
You can't forget when you get it.
When the feeling is strong,
It belongs.
Don't nick to chip it when it fits.
When something given is a benefit.
When the feeling is strong,
It belongs.
Don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
Don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
When that feeling's with you all day,
And night long.
Don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
No don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
No don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
Don't, don't, don't-don't no don't,
Nick to chip it when it benefits!
No don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
No don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zero Zip Are The Benefits
Poofed in a boosting up to fluff.
Like a smooth cream puff of stuff.
But undeniably rough and tough.
And independently appearing to be mean.
Yet....
Just a moody individual adjusting to the scene.
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip zero zip are the benefits.
Poofed in a boosting up to fluff.
Like a smooth cream puff of stuff.
But undeniably rough and tough.
And independently appearing to be mean.
Yet....
Just a moody individual adjusting to the scene.
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip are the benefits.
And poofed up blown to be gone!
Dedicated with a seriousness.
And not giving time to wasting lip.
Or one who sits around to start an argument.
There is no benefit...
The benefits are limited.
Zero zip are the benefits!
And...
Too poofed with fluff and sent on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Up Off Your Pity Pot To Stop It
To wiggle out from under all doubts,
With a hanging them out to dry...
In front of passersby to eye,
Is intended to get attention.
Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Get up off your pity pot to drop.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
Fight those doubts to stop and dropp them.
'Cause no pity benefits.
And...
Believe this or not,
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Give those petty bits of pity,
To solicit empathy...
Away.
Today.
And...
Throw those doubts you've picked to pity,
With that selfishness that doesn't pay...
To get attention to gain.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
'Cause,
Believe this or not...
Very few are into pity.
And believe this or not...
Pity does not benefit.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!
Get up off your pity pot to stop this quick.
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit.
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it.
And...
Just get up off your pity pot to stop it quick!
'Cause believe this or not...
Your pity does not benefit,
One bit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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His Life, a Porridge Pool
Sitting on a traditional stool
Starring, ripples in a pool
He stirred porridge with a wooden spoon
Ripples, cause of his spoon
Porridge, had become a pool
His life, a porridge pool.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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A Spoiled Child
A spoiled child will always believe,
Lieing has its benefits.
Even when they age,
To mask their insecurities...
A spoiled child will always believe,
Lieing has its benefits.
Only to ruin,
All of their relationships.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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THIS IS OUR WORLD! ! (SHOCKING n EXPLICIT)
Where a child lives in a warm mother's cocoon
Where a child is sold to the prostitutes, her life doomed
Where a father fiercely protects his child
Yet another father enters another's child
Where children play without any fear
Where men enter boys through the rear
Where a child gets a new toy every day
Where a child becomes a toy near the bay
Where a child is whooped up and twirled
Where a child is forced down and hurled
Where they go to fancy schools, sing and play
Where for a single meal, they sweat and labour all day
poem by Renu Rakheja
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Dogtown
Okay.
The towns dawning, Im the only one awake.
The streets are whistling, I light my fourth cigarette.
I think of my friends, they were once not so dead.
What are they thinking now?
One day Ill be just a little stone,
Nobodyll know that the stone had such emotions.
Anyway, Im always on the run.
Someday Ill be remembered for the phone calls I never made,
Letters I never mailed,
And stories I never finished telling anyone.
The towns yawning, I let my dog walk me around.
He took a shoot and people smiled,
I tried the same and people frowned.
Yes, its a dog, dogtown.
One day lets be a pair of trees,
Nobodyll know that the trees had such a history.
Anyway, wed never be this lonely.
Someday Ill be remembered for the fine words I meant to keep,
A warm smile I meant to leave,
And a true song I meant to finish writing all my life.
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown,
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown.
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dogtown.
Peas porridge luck, peas porridge stuck,
Peas porridge in the pot nine years old.
Some gets paid, some gets grades,
Some stays in the pot nine years old.
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown,
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown.
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dogtown.
Peas porridge loved, peas porridge spoiled,
Peas porridge in the pot nine years old.
Some gets laid, some gets slayed,
Some stays in the pot nine years old.
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown,
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown.
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dogtown.
Dogtown, dogtown, dogtown, dogtown,
Dogtown, dogtown, dogtown -.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Dogtown
Okay.
The towns dawning, Im the only one awake.
The streets are whistling, I light my fourth cigarette.
I think of my friends, they were once not so dead.
What are they thinking now?
One day Ill be just a little stone,
Nobodyll know that the stone had such emotions.
Anyway, Im always on the run.
Someday Ill be remembered for the phone calls I never made,
Letters I never mailed,
And stories I never finished telling anyone.
The towns yawning, I let my dog walk me around.
He took a shoot and people smiled,
I tried the same and people frowned.
Yes, its a dog, dogtown.
One day lets be a pair of trees,
Nobodyll know that the trees had such a history.
Anyway, wed never be this lonely.
Someday Ill be remembered for the fine words I meant to keep,
A warm smile I meant to leave,
And a true song I meant to finish writing all my life.
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown,
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown.
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dogtown.
Peas porridge luck, peas porridge stuck,
Peas porridge in the pot nine years old.
Some gets paid, some gets grades,
Some stays in the pot nine years old.
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown,
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown.
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dogtown.
Peas porridge loved, peas porridge spoiled,
Peas porridge in the pot nine years old.
Some gets laid, some gets slayed,
Some stays in the pot nine years old.
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown,
Yes, its a dogtown, its a dogtown.
Dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dogtown.
Dogtown, dogtown, dogtown, dogtown,
Dogtown, dogtown, dogtown -.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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The Cooking Pot
our cooking pot is not made of porcelain
or silver or gold but it is made of the mud
of this earth
hardened by time and fire and too much
waiting
our patience consumed
our waiting had been too long about this cooking
pot, earthen
where we put all our dreams and cook them
like rice
porridge, all of our dreams
fired by the woods of our reminiscence
our longings our loneliness our daily concerns
our future wishes
and then when the time comes to open
and see and smell what rice porridge is
we say we like it we say we love it
only to be repulsed by this visitor in the house
'this is not cooking! This is not good! ' and he stares at us
and says, we need more fire, more wood, more time
to have the perfect porridge
i went out unable to stand this hunger
unable to see what this visitor says
it is our fault we allowed him in
we open our doors and windows and let him sleep in our room
as we lay on the floors and keep ourselves on the stairs.
'this is too much' i said.
'he must leave this house at once' i told you.
this is our pot. this is our porridge. this is our cooking.
and we must eat. we must love what we have.
'get out of my house' i said.
and then i am relieved from an opression.
i am happier now. My pot is earthen. Its bottom is sooty black.
i am blue. And i do not really mind.
This is my porridge. You may take it, if you like.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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They keep extending these unemployment benefits to the point where people are afraid to go out and get a job, because the job doesn't pay as much as the unemployment benefit does.
quote by Sharron Angle
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Porridge
Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand!
On a plinth in London
A statue we should see
Of Porridge made in Scotland
Signed, "Oatmeal, O.B.E."
(By a young dog of three)
poem by Spike Milligan
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Social Security has never failed to pay promised benefits, and Democrats will fight to make sure that Republicans do not turn a guaranteed benefit into a guaranteed gamble.
quote by Nancy Pelosi
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Too Beautiful
Too beautiful to be human
Your thoughts are not shades of gray
I say to you, you are a curious child
I say to you, you are a wise sage
Let the child kiss the sage
Let the sage instruct the child
And we will all benefit
When the wise child begins to speak.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Love Benefits
The love benefits from the Creator had made us what we are today,
Like the love benefits to your souls and that of mine.
Fromgenerations unto generations,
With the Universe being created out of love for you and i to live in;
And, there are more to learn from when it comes to love.
Love benefits,
It comes straight from the heart;
But ture love makes you grow without any question.
Love has no age and true love beautifies your body,
But love has it's specialities when you are in the mood;
And it makes you do things that you don't even think of.
It comes strainght from the heart,
Love changes the way you feel, talk and moves;
But when love calls on you,
You will always take care of your clothes.
Love benefits,
Matured love enhances your status-quo;
And you are the benefits of the changes in me.
What is love got to do?
It does many things than you think of,
Because it comes straight from the heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A retired teacher paid $62,000 towards her pension and nothing, yes nothing, for full family medical, dental and vision coverage over her entire career. What will we pay her? $1.4 million in pension benefits and another $215,000 in health care benefit premiums over her lifetime.
quote by Chris Christie
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Flames
Together we are one, we strive for it,
The longest struggle leaves the enemy,
It rids the bark of that which is the tree,
A shower forms from clouds that benefit.
A benefit can kill me, I admit,
Yet dozens of them do some treachery;
The traitor is that man with trickery,
I have the mind to call him and permit.
This harmful man is no more harmful still,
As fast as fire, the hell is past and hard,
The double heat shall stain and burn, it burns.
For you should not be thief or killer til
The fires cool down and again bombard
The masses, as the flames take on caverns.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Roumania
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
Rattling through the rain,
Falling back and falling back
To make a stand again –
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
Shall you die in vain?
Rifles of the Rear Guard.
In the cold and wet;
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
We’re coming – do not fret!
The rifles of the Rear Guard
Shall be the Vanguard yet.
poem by Henry Lawson
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