Often for hors d'oeuvres, I serve room temperature vegetables, something like that, so that the main course might be quite rich but the first course has balanced it out.
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Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.
quote by Hector Hugh Munro
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Stacked On Platters
The relevance of forgiveness,
Has distanced the significance of it...
From making an influential appearance.
Indignities are serve and presented,
As a choice on a menu selected to eat.
To feast upon by many shown licking their fingers.
The relevance of forgiveness,
Has distanced the significance of it...
From making an influential appearance.
And those preparing for the main course are teased,
With the passing aound of hors d'oeuvres...
Heated with biases to please and stacked on platters.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you're into architecture and you're from the West, everything is hors d'oeuvres for working to rebuild the Temple. Ultimately you're led there. You can't escape it.
quote by Ben Nicholson
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Unable To Commit
I choose not to sing,
'We Are The World' with anyone.
Don't be stunned.
I just refuse to sit and sip,
With hypocrites spilling philosophies,
They themselves admit...
They are unable to commit to,
If not assisted by photo ops...
And served hors d'oeuvres!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It doesn't make a difference what temperature a room is, it's always room temperature.
quote by Steven Wright
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It doesn't matter what temperature the room is, it's always room temperature.
quote by Steven Wright
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We Are The Vegetables
Well I've got this feeling in the back of my head
I feel like making someone's face turn red
Learning bike's and ditto vices
Try to look bored and your going places
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
Some music is playing by metal gazers
It's gone through the stage where everyone makes it
Do you think that we're not good
All I really know is I think you should
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
Well I've got this feeling in the back of my head
I feel like making someone's face turn red
Learning bikes and ditto vices
Try to look bored and your going places
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the
We are the
We Are The Vegetables
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by INXS
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Quickly Delivered
It's not polite to slam the door,
On the face of one who aggravates!
Invite them in...
And push them out the window instead!
Your point will be quickly delivered,
When they discover you serving hors d'oeuvres
To the attending ambulance crew!
Leaving everyone with a taste of your graciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If the Beginning Had Not Ended
If the beginning had not ended...
Would we find a need to be in discussion,
About addressing its start?
Again?
Or the unbalancing of nature...
Affecting the moss growing on trees.
And who authorized this meeting in the first place,
Without beverages or hors d'oeuvres?
I hope we are not expected to pay attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Serving Of More Hors d'oeuvres
The only thing that is not working for them,
Is the accusation that someone else...
Created their devastation.
And...
How could that be?
When...
No one was invited to feast with greed,
Or feed on deceit...
That did not meet to their approval.
And those the people have chosen to lead...
Are blamed for not providing to supply,
A serving of more hors d'oeuvres.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because normally with Western cuisine, you'll serve vegetables separate from the meat, so kids will eat the meat and never touch the vegetables.
quote by Martin Yan
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Forgetting
I have been having a lot of heat
While at rest or moving, I thought
I could be rich just by selling
The energy in the market hungry
The heat was restless rising temperature
Was I suffering from fever?
Whatever it was, when ever I sat down
To count would be amount in the account
With a pen and paper, surprisingly
I feel very cold suddenly,
Relieved but feel very uneasy
As I lost the would be money
I could not sell; I could not change my destiny!
What a pity! It is all the forgetting to blame
If I would not have forgotten, I could be a rich
But would be a mad man, which one I would be
Preferred rich or mad? The temperature is rising again
Not due to heat this time but for the thought
My life is in serious crisis as in the desert or drought.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Trop tard
Nature, accomplis-tu tes oeuvres au hasard,
Sans raisonnable loi ni prévoyant génie ?
Ou bien m'as-tu donné par cruelle ironie
Des lèvres et des mains, l'ouïe et le regard ?
Il est tant de saveurs dont je n'ai point ma part,
Tant de fruits à cueillir que le sort me dénie !
Il voyage vers moi tant de flots d'harmonie,
Tant de rayons qui tous m'arriveront trop tard !
Et si je meurs sans voir mon idole inconnue,
Si sa lointaine voix ne m'est point parvenue,
A quoi m'auront servi mon oreille et mes yeux ?
A quoi m'aura servi ma main hors de la sienne ?
Mes lèvres et mon coeur, sans qu'elle m'appartienne ?
Pourquoi vivre à demi quand le néant vaut mieux ?
poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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When Hard Times Upon Their Shoulders Drop
A remedy that guarantees,
The laughing of those of others stop...
Is to pass along pictures of them doing so,
When hard times upon their shoulders drop.
And they are in the midst of discussing their failures,
While being served with those they had disrespected...
Waiting together patiently for a meal to eat,
In a collective food share line!
Time after time and again and again,
Some people have to be reminded...
What goes up will and can come down,
When one least expects their trun is next!
'Excuse me but...
I am not accustomed to leftovers.'
~Pretend they are hors d'oeuvres.
You are very photogenic.
Who knows...
Maybe one day you will be discovered to do a movie.
And all of 'this' will be reminisced on Oprah!
Grab a seat.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
Yeah... 101 when we... kiss and dance
102 honey... for a late night romance
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive
My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
When I see her comin\'... down the street
I be the fever giver... high to the beat
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive
My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
97... 98 is just a... false alarm
My temperature 105 when I hold her... in my arms
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Getting One To Speak Fluent French
You can dress a monkey in a tuxedo
To mingle amongst key guests and their associates.
But getting one to speak fluent French at cocktail parties,
To impress those of social influence
Is almost impossible to negotiate
IF they are not asked to participate in selecting the menu
And choice of hors d'oeuvres served
They can be very tempermental when feeling imposed upon
To perform in atmospheres with too many pretentious people.
Gathering around to be entertained and 'Mais Oui-ed' for kicks
'My next impersonation?
Edith Piaf
La Vie en Rose
In the key of G-flat, please
AND
May I just say this
IF there is going to be any of that fluttering around
As I deliver Edith
I'm leaving
I want that understood
I can not be mesmerizing with all that other stuff competing.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jesus Is The Main Man
Jesus is the main man.
That's it.
No more comments!
Jesus is the main man.
You can zip your parted lips, now!
Jesus is the main man.
Forget those pity stops at pits.
Jesus is the main man.
This you 'must' admit, now!
Jesus is the main man.
That's it.
No more comments on it made...
To degrade or say what else may fit.
Jesus is the main man.
Know this,
And get lifted quick!
Jesus is the main man.
Understand this as best you can.
Jesus is the main man.
Commanded when you pray,
Now!
Jesus is the main man.
That's it...
No need for further comments on it!
Jesus is the main man.
He's like a gift one gets,
To share unlimited!
Jesus is the main man.
It's hard to sit still,
When something received
Is known
To be real!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It’s tough to be in expensive shoes
Price of everything in India has gone up
And it doesn’t seems to drop
Vegetables, transport and other utilities
Which while having dinner poor Gopal’s wife was thinking.
Gopal used to have only rice and curds
Which in India is poor man’s bread
He had not tasted dal or vegetables for a long time
Although his children were complaining some times.
Gopal’s son said his friends could not eat with curds
As from childhood they were fed with rich food
Gopal’s wife with sympathy noted,
“I don’t know how people with money manage! ”
poem by Venkatesh M. R.
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Sautéed In Fiasco
Simmering and sautéed in fiasco,
This chef finds himself...
Blending a mix the patrons have nixed!
Overheated in a kitchen,
With a haste that loses taste.
And a flair that has been wasted,
On those baited to sip!
They split in droves...
And leave him this tip:
'This feast you prepared,
For us to eat...
Continues to sour
The air on the streets!
The menu was fabulous.
One we all thought we would like!
But you have shown you're a flapjack king...
With promises of pheasant to delight!
You offered us substance,
And we have waited too long for that!
Your skills are based on delusion...
Infusing hors d'oeuvres served in crap!
We can no longer wait for more,
We are sealing your doors...
With you entrapped!
Nothing you have done has pleased anyone.
We want our money back,
Before the others come...
And burn down your shack! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Demand A Return Of Those Old Remedies
I understand the economy suffers,
From an assortment of bankruptcies.
I understand there are those...
Who may be processing for the first time,
Their own financial emergencies.
No need to tell me,
I must endure through agonies.
Yesterday...it 't'was'...
I would not fathom or could believe,
Such dire straits would dance upon the horizon.
But...
So much for tragic impressions!
'Where' is my caviar?
And before dinner hors d'oeuvres...
I've grown accustomed to eat.
I'm feeling a bit despondent.
'Uh...Mister Pertillar,
They have long not been within your budget! '
EXCUSE ME?
I want and need my delusions fed!
Where has the Prince of Delsuions gone?
'He and the others,
Were replaced by your new medications.'
Well,
I demand a return of those old remedies.
'Sir...
Your 'supplier' is on strike!
Demanding those fees be hiked.'
Oh I can't wait until they legalize that stuff!
What has happened?
Has 'everyone' been corrupted...
By rumors and that kind of bluff?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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