Those other 10 o'clock shows that come on, all you get from them is headaches and nightmares when you go to bed! At least we give you food, know what I mean?
quote by Emeril Lagasse
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Release And Let Them Go By Name
How to avoid the persistence,
Of frequent headaches?
Release and let them go by name.
And be sure what is done is consistent.
Do not treat what is believe to be a migraine.
They will return for the hospitality...
One shows to host and claim to sustain,
For purposes of a popularity,
One hopes will stay unchanged!
How to avoid the persistence,
Of frequent headaches?
Release and let them go by name.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A lot of food shows need only to tempt. Some food shows only need to inspire, to empower. And there are a lot of shows that do that.
quote by Alton Brown
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I Dream Of Nightmares...
I dream of nightmares
under my skin
I dream of nightmares
over and over again
the nightmares I dream
all seem so real
the sound the smell
the touch the feel
I dream of nightmares
in day and night
somehow never filled with fright
I'm always relaxed and very calm
even standing in front of a bomb
the calmness never leaves my soul
because I dream of nightmares
and they never get old
poem by No Reason To Care
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Still Life
Dave Murray, Steve Harris
Take a look in the pool and what do you see
In the dark depths there faces beckoning me
Can't you see them it's plain for all to see
They were there oh I know you don't believe me.
Oh...I've never felt so strange
But...I'm not going insane.
I've no doubt that you think I'm off my head
You don't say but it's in your eyes instead
Hours I spend out just gazing into that pool
Something draws me there I don't know what to do.
Oh...they drain my strength away
Oh...they're asking me to stay.
Nightmares...spirits calling me
Nightmares...they won't leave me be.
All my life's blood is slowly draining away
And I feel that I'm weaker every day
Somehow I know I haven't long to go
Joining them at the bottom of the pool.
Now...I feel they are so near
I...begin to see them clear
Nightmares...coming all the time
Nightmares...Will give me peace of mind.
Now it's clear and I know what I have to do
I must take you down there to look at them too
Hand in hand then we'll jump right into the pool
Can't you see not just me they want you too.
Oh...we'll drown together
It...will be forever.
Nightmares...forever calling me
Nightmares...Now we rest in peace.
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Only You Know
Initiate.
Locate.
Eliminate.
Only you know from where,
Your headaches begin.
If there is a desire,
To have 'your' headaches end...
Requires effort.
Initiate with intent.
Locate the cause and reason.
Eliminate without hesitation,
Headaches allowed to begin...
With an ending of them.
And if you don't know?
You've got other issues involved,
To solve!
There is no need to start a campaign,
To complain about anyone causing you pain!
You have nothing to gain from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Food is god
Food is god
for poor people...!
God is not
Only food...
Rich home
Dog is eat
Nice food...
That food is god...?
yes that also
A god...
Good food is
God...
What is good food...?
Given good health
Always good food...
So...
Non veg
Or veg...
Every good food
Is god...
Simply sit
Silentely eat food
With out hot
And cool drinks...
Food is not only
Poor's god...
With each and
Every one also
food is god...
Give respect and
Take food...
Happley too try too
Thank for god...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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At Six O'clock
I heard the Ave Maria at six o'clock,
Today hear crimes on the radio at six o'clock.
I watched The Little Princess on tv at six o'clock,
Today watch explicit sex at six o’clock.
I was playing catch-up with my friends at six o'clock,
Today lonely children play atari at six o'clock.
I drank hot soup at six o’clock,
Today guys smoke crack at six o'clock.
I prayed to the guardian angel at six o'clock,
Today they kill people at six o'clock.
I studied algebra at six o'clock,
Today are planned crimes at six o'clock.
I was happy at six o'clock,
Today are all scared at six o'clock.
Parody in honor of Llorca
poem by Aschelminto Da Silva
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We Cry for Food and They Give Us Bullets
Food! Food! Food!
It is all that we need
It is all that we need
to calm down our spirits!
It is food that fills
that fills the empty pangs
of our stomachs,
pangs that make us yawn
but cannot sleep
that make us gulp
but cannot vomit,
that make our saliva
taste sour and acidic!
We cry for food
like the helpless little children
with the art to attract attention
by our street demonstrations.
Yes, we cry for food like little children
to calm down our spirits,
that the cry cannot at all be neglected
for it is food,
it is food that soothes our spirits.
But you give us bullets
on the streets where we stage
our cry for food
You give us bullets
instead of food.
But even bullets cannot silence
our cry for food
for as long as we`re hungry
we shall be like little children
that will ever cry for food.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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The Clock Keeps Ticking
I want alone to be
I want to drown in lonely sea
But the clock keeps ticking
I want to stop
I want to forever halt
But the clock keeps beating
I want to run
I want far away from land
But the clock keeps pursuing
I want to hide
I no more want to think of fight
But the clock keeps shouting
I want to rest
I want in dream hibernate
But the clock keeps breaking
I want to sing
I want to strengthen the spring
But the clock keeps shaking
I want to only follow
I no longer want to know
But the clock keeps pumping
I want to hurt
I don’t care if I should hate
But the clock keeps moving
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Some food
Some food is
Medicine...
Medicine is some food...
Some food is poison...
Some food is Tenson...
Some food is Fear...
Some food is lovely...
Some food is Bland...
Some food is sweety...
Some food is spicy...
Some food is nothing...
Food is not only food
A good eatable medicine...
At only some food...
Some food...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Give Them What They Want
Give them what they want.
And their limitations expect.
It may not be what you wish.
But at least you will have fewer headaches.
And will gain from them much needed rest.
Give them what they want.
Let them choose to receive less.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Y... Food for the soul
Food for the body
I know of men, who do not have enough,
Lacking food and drink, their life is rough
Day in, day out they struggle for food
There is no time for any other good
Food for the ego
I know of men who have enough food and drink
So they have time for something else to think
Their egos are hungry for money, power and fame
Getting more, being restless, an endless game
Food for the soul
I know of men who are contented with how they live
They focus on soul and never cease to give
To give love and support, perform acts randomly kind
They are the ones who have at any time peace of mind
poem by Aufie Zophy
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High
So hello, how is it been?
Twentyfive years is still the same
Is its me the night to take me here
Run for, holding the door
Apparently I missed
And risk to fall
Nightmares turned me back
Into a little girl
Blind me, I fly over some place
In those days we used to run in hard
Surely sooner clock wakes me up
Your nightmares seen
And become the part of this existance
It is not too high
I can make it
Some things better lead our way
It is not too high
I can make it
Wake me
The wind falls, into a wave
Shadows calling Im the ache
Nightmares turned me back
Into a little girl
Stop in the mud
Try was so clear
When suddenly
And the body starts
To shiver hold me
It is not too high
I can make it
Some things better lead our way
It is not too high
So if you
So if you
Hold me
It is not too
Hold me
Hold me down to ground
And my body starts
To shiver hold me
If you lie
If you fly
If you lie
So if you
If you
song performed by by Guano Apes
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Repetition
Johnny is a man
And hes bigger than you
But his overheads are high
And he looks straight through when you ask him how the kids are
Hell get home around seven
cause the chevys real old
And he could have had a cadillac
If the school had taught him right
And he could have married anne with the blue silk
Blouse
He could have married anne with the blue silk blouse
And the food is on the table
But the food is cold
Dont hit her
Cant you even cook?
Whats the good of me working when you cant damn cook?
Well johnny is a man
And hes bigger than her
I guess the bruises wont show
If she wears long sleeves
But the space in her eyes shows through
And he could have married anne with the blue silk blouse
He could have married anne with the blue silk blouse
Shows through
Shows through
Shows through
song performed by by David Bowie
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Repo
I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.
I had my headaches repo-ed...
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
Goodbye to all that stuff on my back,
To release.
My freedom got too crowded out,
And that bothered me.
I got up one morning,
To review worth and stock.
My dividends were wearing thin,
And that had to stop.
With investments spent in groaning,
And I heard that a lot!
Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.
Oh yes,
I confess...
I had a repo.
Yes a repossession
My headaches repo-ed...
Right off my chest.
Yes,
Repo-ed!
And glad I got that repossessed...
With every stress I had possess,
To go...
And with a repo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Girl Its Over
girl its over
Baby you can leave
You can leave
You can leave
Cause Ive been tired of you
You and you tired of me
Dont forget one thing
Thing drop
Drop those keys
Cause Im not trying to hold you back
So go head with all of that
And if you really want to go
You can go
You already know theres the door
Theres the door
Its too bad if you not for sure
Not for sure
Cause I aint want to do it like this
But Im losing every ounce of self control
Hook
You just too scandelous
You couldnt handle this
Give me back my ring
Give me back my things
Over
You kept listening to them haters
So heres your walking papers
Girl its over
Give me my things back
You can keep the headaches
Give me my keys back
You aint got to lie
No more
We aint seeing eye to eye no more
Give me my cds
You can keep the movies
Aint no need to call me
Moving on completely
You aint got to lie no more
We aint seeing eye to eye
No more
No more, no more, no more
V2 if I thougt it was me
It was me, it was me
Then Id be down on my knees
Saying girl dont you leave
I know I done gave it all I got, all I got
Id nearly broke my back
So go head with all that
Cause if you really really want to know
Why I perfer that you just pack your things and go
I tried everything girl
All I got was pain girl
We both know that we need to be through
Hook
You just as scandelous
You couldnt handle this
Give me back my rings
Give me back my things
Over
You kept listening to them haters
So heres your walking papers
Girl its over
Give me my things back
You can keep the headaches
Give me my keys back
You aint got to lie
No more
We aint seeing eye to eye no more
Give me my cds
You can keep the movies
Aint no need to call me
Moving on completely
You aint got to lie
No more
We aint seeing eye to eye
No more
No more, no more, no more
I really got to change my life
Cause Im tired of living like this
Seem like all we do is fight
Would love to just stay like this
Cant stay not another night
And you know youre going to miss my kiss
Hope you have a good life
Cause I got to say bye bye
I really got to change my life
Cause Im tired of living like this
Seem like all we do is fight
Would love to just stay like this
Bye bye bye bye
Cant stay another night
And you know youre going to miss my kiss
Hope you have a good life
Cause I got to say
(bye, bye, bye)
Give me my things back
You can keep the headaches
Give me my keys back
You aint got to lie no more
We aint seeing eye to eye no more
Give me my cds
You can keep the movies
Aint no need to call me
Moving on completely
You aint got to lie no more
We aint seeing eye to eye
No more
No more, no more, no more
Give my things back
You can keep the headaches
Give me my keys back
You aint got to lie
No more
We aint seeing eye to eye no more
Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out now
Fade me out, fade me out, fade me out now
song performed by by Jagged Edge
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Give me food,
Give me food,
Give me food,
That I may not be greedy,
All food good for the spirit.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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