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Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

quote by Francis Bacon
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Some books are to be tasted, others swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

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Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.

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Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.

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I Cling No More

I have arrived…
And I say with some relief
That I do not mourn for you
Or begrudge who you are
You see….I have simply…accepted

I suppose I have hardened my heart
And closed the door
I do not care that you have failed to know me
As my life will surely go on
I am not trapped…or fooled

I am okay with who I am
I have chewed and digested
The marrow of my being
I have tasted the sweet sunrise
And swallowed the bitter rain

I do not grieve or ache
I have given up the absurdity
The lullabies of my yearning
Sing on in fine flavors
Echoing softly on the canvas of my dreams

The fire of my passion
Burns on….alive and strong
My fury does not belong to you
And I do not have to forfeit
Or extinguish the flames

You recoiled from my songs
Forsaking the whispers of my soul
And you feared my fire
But it is my essence...
And the nature of who I am

I stand in the middle of this road
Unafraid of what lies ahead
I am freed of the ambiguities
Resolved to live as you live
And cling no more to false promise

poem by Leria Hawkins
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Some Of The Doctors Who Only Go For The Money...

someday i will write a story about some doctors
swallowed by the big mouth of their love for money
and when they are finally swallowed digested by the fangs of their greed,
i will invent those long winding intestines
with lots of hydrochloric acid
so that all of them shall become nothing
but fluids
discharged smoothly in my
anus
as i feel that pleasure of excreting those
that consumed my
budget reserved for other
works of charity.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lonely And Burning

Confused I awake on a sinking ship
Theres no easy way, Im learning it the hard way
Like some ridiculous child on an empty cruise
Only horizon ready to be swallowed
Loneliness eats me away
Digested to the bone I feel empty inside
The odds are against me, its not ok, i'm not alright
Confused I awake in a burning house
Its no accident, theyve put me here on purpose
The smoke is ready to put, put his hands on my throat
No need for help, Im already burning
Loneliness eats me away
Digested to the bone I feel empty inside
The odds are against me, its not ok, i'm not alright
Truth, I live in an empty world
With me to rely on, with me I can turn to
Dare you to accompany me to the fields of heavens eternity?
Loneliness eats me away
Digested to the bone I feel empty inside
The odds are against me, its not ok, im not alright
Im already burning

song performed by by Undeclinable Ambuscade
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A Bunch Of Ripe Guavas

on a basket
is a bunch of
ripe guavas

the birds
early this morning
shall be
envious about us

every fruit
is love waiting
to be slowly chewed
savored and
swallowed

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Relishing Small Pleasures

a cherry in my tongue
playing with my gums and teeth inside my mouth
not a bite just a licking
sweetness cherished in every nerve
of my tissues

not to be swallowed
or chewed
but wrapped with the layers
of my saliva
every moment every second
the glory of
lickin' good.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cured

and so the words
which he swallowed for years
and years
those that he chewed so well
turning liquid mixed with his blood
and spread in all his veins
and he was cured
and there is
no need
about what must be said
or should have been said

consummated the last sunshine
comes and
destruction of the illusions
have become inevitable

gone is gone
and bygone is bygone

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Swallowed

Warm sun feed me up
i'm leery loaded up
loathing for a change
and i slip some
boil away
swallowed followed
heavy about everything
but my love
swallowed sorrowed
i'm with everyone and yet not
i'm with everyone and yet not
i'm with everyone and yet not
just wanna be myself
hey you said that you would love to try
some
hey you said that you would love to die
some
in the middle of a world on a fishhook
you're the wave
you're the wave
you're the wave
swallowed borrowed
heavy about everything
but my love
swallowed hollowed
sharp about everyone
but yourself
swallowed oh no
i'm with everyone and yet not
i'm with everyone and you're not
i'm with everyone and yet not
piss on self-esteem
forward busted knee
sick head
blackened lungs
and i'm a simple selfish son
swallowed followed
oh no i'm with everyone and yet not
got to get away from here
got to get away from here
i miss the one that i love a lot
i miss the one that i love a lot

song performed by by Bush from Razorblade Suitcase
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As you read these lines

As you read these lines
Another toothpick
Is chewed by my teeth

Something is wrong
With my tongue and
Teeth, how they compete
For recognition, the teeth
Claiming it chewed the
Words the tongue claiming
It approved the taste,

I am listening how they
Argued and quarreled,
And in the chaos I bit the
Toothpick chewed it
And spit it out,

How choppy have I
Become, how some
Of my parts have been
So disjoined, and how
Have I become
So disengaged, divided,
Like the tongue &
Teeth, in their bickering.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Books

The universe (which others call the library). . .
-Jorge Luis Borges

Books which are stitched up the center with coarse white thread
Books on the beach with sunglass-colored pages
Books about food with pictures of weeping grapefruits
Books about baking bread with browned corners
Books about long-haired Frenchmen with uncut pages
Books of erotic engravings with pages that stick
Books about inns whose stars have sputtered out
Books of illuminations surrounded by darkness
Books with blank pages & printed margins
Books with fanatical footnotes in no-point type
Books with book lice
Books with rice-paper pastings
Books with book fungus blooming over their pages
Books with pages of skin with flesh-colored bindings
Books by men in love with the letter O
Books which smell of earth whose pages turn

poem by Erica Jong
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Bubble gum

Mary had some bubble gum, bubble gum, bubble gum
Mary had some bubble gum
she chewed it long and slow.

Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went
everywhere that Mary went
her gum was sure to blow.

She chewed the gum in school one day, school one day, school one day
She chewed the gum in school one day,
which was against the rule.

The teacher took her pack away, pack away, pack away
The teacher took her pack away
and chewed it after school.

poem by Lee Toballs
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Where's Mo?

Three meerkats stood on tippy-toes,
Eeeney, Meeney, Miney...
And yet, where's Mo? Nobody knows!
Where could that rascal be?
They thought that he was hiding near,
That's why they stretched so high,
In hopes the scamp would soon appear,
So they could ask him why...

But Mo was chewing chocolate fast
And wouldn't share one bite!
At such a thought, he felt aghast,
He chewed with all his might!
They'll all want some, there's not much left!
And so he chewed and chewed...
When it was gone, he felt bereft,
It was his favourite food!

His whiskers had to be licked clean
To hide the damning truth,
The awful fact that he was mean,
With chocolate as the proof!
When he returned, he burped aloud!
The meerkats gathered round...
But Mo was silent with head bowed...
And while he smiled, they frowned!

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Where's Mo? '.

poem by Denis Martindale
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I Used To Be Fat

I used to be fat,
Just like one spoilt brat,
As fat as a brat could be...

I could squash you flat,
Just as quick as that...
No-one stood too close to me...

Started a diet,
No need to fry it
And my weight began to fall!

One book! Just buy it!
You've got to try it!
And here's the number to call...

Just chew, chew, chew it!
Then loo, loo, loo it!
And soon, you'll be on the mend!

How do you do it?
Continue through it!
Persevere, my fat, fat friend!

I chewed like a cow,
Yes, I chewed and how
And I exercised each day...

Ta-da! Take a bow!
Just look at me now!
Admit it! I look O.K.!

poem by Denis Martindale
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Uninfested

Wouldn't it be easier to dissect one's thoughts?
Analyze their origins to see where they were taught!
And share a common sense believed...
To satisfy all without thinking!
Giving those who 'approve' what's done,
No chance to screw up and blame anyone!
That would be fun...
If something like that could protect like guns!
Or whatever it is that's accepted,
By those who make claims they are better than everyone!
But thoughts digested...
Come from minds uninfested!
And not from books,
Selected by those studying to be crooks!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dad and Me

Inside our house you'll find crannies and nooks.
Crevices and cracks and fissures and books!
Books under the bed and on the floor,
Books around the table and beside the door,
Books on the bookshelf and surrounding it,
Books all over the house, every single bit!
Not a one of these books are non-fiction,
Different worlds are their depiction.
Fictional, sci-fi, dark and fantasy,
Horror and happy, more books for me!
Books belonging to my father,
Or belonging to me as I rather.
My father and I in bookworm heaven,
Until mum cleans up around half past seven.
She throws the books in a huff,
Says it's a mess and to clean it up!
Well dad and I try to clean,
But on the work we quickly wean
And in one of the larger nooks
You'll find dad and me reading our books.

poem by Lenore Lee
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Cups Of Knowledge!

I HAVE TASTED OF THE CUP OF LOBSANG RAMPA'S KNOWLEDGE!
AND I WAS SATISFIED!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE CUP OF CHINUA ACHEBE'S KNOWLEDGE!
AND I WAS SATISFIED!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE CUPS OF WOLE SOYINKA'S KNOWLEDGE!
AND THE SOY-INKER'S KNOWLEDGE GAVE ME SATISFACTION!
OF THE CUPS OF AGATHA CHRISTIE'S KNOWLEDGE, I HAVE ALSO DRANK!
AND I AM REFRESHED AND SATISFIED!
OF THE CUPS OF CYPRIAN EKWENSI'S KNOWLEDGE I HAVE ALSO TASTED!
INDEED, I WAS SATISFIED!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE TALE TELLING KNOWLEDGES OF JAMES HARDLEY CHASE!
AND, I AM PLEASED!
DRINK OF THIS CUPS AND KNOW WISDOM! KNOWLEDGE! AND UNDERSTANDING!
AS I HAVE KNOWN ALSO!
THE KNOWLEDGE RUSH OF THE CUPS OF OVERLORD DON MANUEL IHCAKEYNO IS A MIGHTY OCEAN!
DRINK UNTO INFINITY!

poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Broken

Fading out
Holding out
The innocent way
Loves run out
Left this world inside of me
Crying out
Screaming out
As the echoes within
The cat is out
No more secrets left within
The feelings gone
You swallowed the sun
One by one
The bolder has come
The feelings gone
You swallowed the sun
And wave goodbye to love again
Staring down
Tears roll down
And now that you feed
A Broken cloud
A covers torn for all to see
The feelings gone
You swallowed the sun
One by one
The bolder has come
The feelings gone
You swallowed the sun
And wave goodbye to love again
Fading out
Burning out

song performed by by Feeder
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Well, I think every now and again, some people deserve to get their butts chewed. Every now and again some people deserve a pat on the back. What I try and do is compliment folk who deserve a compliment, and chew folks out who deserve to be chewed out.

quote by Judge Mills Lane
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