Death The Mexican Revolutionary
Wines of the great châteaux
Have been uncorked for you;
Come, take this terrace chair:
Examine the menu.
The view from here is such
As cannot find a match,
For even as you dine
You’re so placed as to watch
Starvation in our streets
That gives your canapé
A more exquisite taste
By contrast, like the play
Of shadow and of light.
The misery of the poor
Appears, as on TV,
Set off by the allure
And glamour of the ads.
We recommend the quail,
Which you’d do well to eat
Before your powers fail,
For I inaugurate
A brand-new social order
Six cold, decisive feet
South of the border.
poem by Anthony Evan Hecht
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Goin South
I think of goin south for the winter
Its getting mighty cold
I watch the fire glow
The moon shining cross the snow
Maybe florida or mexico
Is where I oughta go
Somewhere where everything is green
Oo the change of scene
Might do a me good
When the swallows go
When they leave capistrano
Fly away so gracefully
Maybe thats for me
Snowdrifts blowing up against my door
Going clear up to the roof
I could be lying on some sun-washed shore
Truth is, dont know what Im waiting for
Think Im goin south for the winter
Its getting mighty cold
I watch the fire glow
The moon shinin cross the snow
Maybe florida or mexico
Is where I oughta go
South of the border
Think Im goin south
Get my life in order
Think Im goin south
For the winter
Its gettin mighty cold
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Pushed and Startled
Pushed and startled,
Out from the box.
Uncorked inside this bottle,
To try to stop...
A blowing of a top.
Some drag their feet,
Through situations.
Fearing to meet whom they may greet.
And hating to be seen alone on public streets.
Whether tripping in or out of secret disguises.
Pushed and startled,
Out from the box.
Uncorked inside this bottle,
To try to stop...
A blowing of a top.
Beginning a mind rot...
With an unforgiving steam screaming nonstop.
Pushed and startled,
Out from the box.
Uncorked inside this bottle...
That could blow a top,
To pop-aloud!
Pushed and startled,
Out from the box.
Uncorked inside this bottle...
That could blow a top,
To pop-aloud!
And beginning of a mind rot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Menu
It seemed I would dine on heartbreak
Every night that I came to know
Until you came knocking on my door
Brought me a new menu to live by
Dining on kisses and laughter
With a side dish of a best friend
The old meals became forgotten
Where a new pallet was brought
And I’ll make that call sometime soon
Delivery to my door from your menu
Come knocking again any night
Bring to me a healthy dish to eat
Let us dine on a meal for two
Conversation starters followed by a kiss
And the laughter we drink together
It seemed I would dine on heartache
Then you found me or I found you
And now in the night we dine
On something we can call healthy
Chosen from our menu
poem by Matthew Holloway
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An Isn't...Is!
An isn't...
Is!
When that isn't...
Appears.
An isn't...
Is!
When that isn't...
Appears.
Cheating spouses,
Who run about...
To play a cat and mouse,
Out of the house.
Often lie,
When they can...
To hide unfaithfulness from eyes that scan.
But that isn't...
Is!
When that isn't appears.
Oh yes that isn't,
Is...
When that isn't appears!
Those downlow and attempting discreet...
Play it cheap,
While sneaking under sheets.
Be they lesbians or homos too,
Cruising darkened streets to do what they do...
To hide an isn't...
That is!
When they say what isn't,
Appears.
Oh yes that isn't,
Is...
When that isn't appears!
You can say that isn't,
Is!
When that isn't,
Appears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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La Raza Del Sol
born on the east side
In the barrio badlands
Juan cortez walks the streets
Hes a proud man
He loves a girl
With eyes that sparkle like diamonds
Troubled world
Makes him fight for his woman
La raza
From the south blows the wind of la raza
The legends all told
Follow the sun to the great river valley
La raza del sol
Bold & strong
Find a life cross the border
It aint easy hassling with law & order
In the soul stands the strength of the family
Holding on with the spirit and glory
La raza
From the south blows the wind of la raza
The legends all told
Follow the sun to the great river valley
La raza del sol
song performed by by Journey
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Untitled: Figure which has long dwelt in the coolness of sinister stone
Figure which has long dwelt in the coolness of sinister stone
Opens the pale mouth sounding
Round owl's eyes - sounding gold.
Those found the cave of the forest decayed and empty
The shadow of a doe in the rotten branches
At the border of the spring the darkness of his childhood.
Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline
The anxious showers of your brown coat;
The shadow of the owl appears in the rotten branches.
Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline
The anxious showers of your blue coat
The shadow of the mother appears in the spiky grass.
Long at the forest border a bird sings your decline
The anxious showers of your black coat
The shadow of the black horse appears in the mirror of the spring.
poem by Georg Trakl
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Groundhogs Day
When I woke up this mornin I felt a pang.
I was hungerin for some apple pie.
Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit.
Washed the sleep out of my eye.
Oh yeah, its gonna be a fine day.
Scratched myself a bit.
Poured me out a bowl-a corn chex.
Closest thing I could find to apple pie.
Lingerin taste of toothpaste
Made the milk go down a bit funny.
But you know, them chex they do satisfy.
Oh yeah, thisll be a fine day.
So, after my mornin rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean.
Had my mind set to hit them streets.
Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out.
Had my black stomp-boots on my feet.
Its my day.
Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize. if i
Set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public eye. so
With my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way. what an
Ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play. to taste
The taste its a tease that never would subside. the taste is strong
But soured by my learned eyes. well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood,
Hed get down on his knees to pray. this little snappy boy might see
The light this ground hogs day.
song performed by by Primus
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Assertiveness
Assertiveness
It is very hot I have switched off the air-condition and
opened up windows, it is supposed to be hot in July.
I hadn’t wanted to buy air- cooling in the first place,
I’m too placid and get swayed to do the wrong things.
I sit on the terrace on the terrace, in a plastic chair
that is easy to move around I used to have had a chair
of real wood before I liked more, but it was given to
someone poor; I think about it and get upset I ought
to put my foot down and say: No. Summers past I sat
in my heavy timber chair and smoked my cigarettes,
the burn kept mosquitoes away, now it is frown upon
and I dastardly I quit, but I do have a packet of fags in
the drawers; maybe one day, if I get pissed off enough
by the virtuous, I’ll lit up and enjoy my august nights.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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South Of The Border
Tom johnston
Theres a town south of the border
South of el paso they say
Where the nights are long and the winds are warm
And the women they love to play
In an old adobe tavern
Mescal flows like water
And rita will dance on your table so fine
You are bound to place your order
I dont have to think about it
I dont have to wonder
Where Im going to ride tonight
Ill be riding down the highway south of the border
As I ride into town and the dust settles down
And the mariachi music is playing
I buy me a room from a guy named luis
Its just up the stairs and its waiting
Downstairs rita is dancing
Just the way her mother has taught her
So I settle down for the show and a beer
And wait for that mothers daughter
I dont have to think about it
I dont have to wonder
Where Im going to ride tonight
Ill be riding
When the morning comes and I wake up
To the sounds of the people below
Theres a note on my bed that is easily read
Buenos dias and a kiss when you go
As I ride out of town with my face to the sun
And the dust is trailing behind
Soon Ill go back to this sleepy old town
Back where I know I can find
I dont have to think about it
I dont have to wonder
Where Im going to ride tonight
Ill be riding down the highway south of the border
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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He Prefers Pears
Apples may be the fruit of choice.
But the chef says he prefers pears in his kitchen.
'Are you ready to order?
Or would you rather find a more suitable view?
The chef wouldn't mind at all!
Afterall...
How did you know we were here?
Someone made to you
Our menu clear!
If not by taste...
Certainly by a choice that was voiced?
Quality here is our adventure.
With a hint of heat to leave you moist! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost Paraguayos
(rod stewart / ron wood
Darling I hate to tell you but I think Im catching a cold
Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here
I feel Im getting old
I like your laugh and a hot romance
And your ornry sense of humor
But if it rains again like it did today
Im gonna have to leave a little bit sooner
Got to get me some south america sun
Honey dont even ask me if you can come along
Down at the border you need to be older
And you sure dont look like my daughter
Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage
And Ill end up in a mexican jail
Darling please dont cry you know I wouldnt tell you no lie
Look over there
Oh my God dont look now
But it appears to be raining again
Get upstairs pack my book of prayers
Honey hurry Im catching pneumonia
I gotta move while Im in the mood
Or Ill disappear into that wall
Darling please dont curse
It really couldnt be any worse
Say Im a sun fanatic but its dark in your attic
And your cat sleeps over my head
I know Im not a football star
But I wanna little better than that
So Im much obliged for the pure white ride
And a cup of tea every morning
Ill say goodbye, look your man in the eye
You know I wouldnt tell you no lie
So after all, Ill see you in the fall
On a brand new day, brand new way
Goodbye honey, goodbye honey
Goodbye honey, it aint funny
Goodbye honey, I know it aint funny
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Yet, Undefined But Welcoming
Almost but not quite,
Prepared to leave behind...
All remnants of doubt,
Completely with a clean slate...
For a broadened point of view,
From the hold of familiar darkness.
As shadows one questions but hides behind,
No longer offers an escape.
A developing need seeks to reach,
And stretch with more of life to find.
Almost but not quite,
Convinced that the embrace of light...
Can and will replace those common fears,
One had grown accustomed to taste...
As if craved so available and near.
To examine with a mind beginning to bloom,
To open.
With a wanting of more,
That appears to be free of limitations etched.
Yet, undefined but...welcoming to accept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sheltered Garden
I have had enough.
I gasp for breath.
Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest --
then you retrace your steps,
or find the same slope on the other side,
precipitate.
I have had enough --
border-pinks, clove-pinks, wax-lilies,
herbs, sweet-cress.
O for some sharp swish of a branch --
there is no scent of resin
in this place,
no taste of bark, of coarse weeds,
aromatic, astringent --
only border on border of scented pinks.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light --
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
smothered in straw?
Why not let the pears cling
to the empty branch?
All your coaxing will only make
a bitter fruit --
let them cling, ripen of themselves,
test their own worth,
nipped, shrivelled by the frost,
to fall at last but fair
with a russet coat.
Or the melon --
let it bleach yellow
in the winter light,
even tart to the taste --
it is better to taste of frost --
the exquisite frost --
than of wadding and of dead grass.
For this beauty,
beauty without strength,
chokes out life.
I want wind to break,
scatter these pink-stalks,
snap off their spiced heads,
fling them about with dead leaves --
spread the paths with twigs,
limbs broken off,
trail great pine branches,
hurled from some far wood
right across the melon-patch,
break pear and quince --
leave half-trees, torn, twisted
but showing the fight was valiant.
O to blot out this garden
to forget, to find a new beauty
in some terrible
wind-tortured place.
poem by Hilda Doolittle
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The Full Monty
Should I compare thee to the cathode ray,
The snaking tube that monitors our lugubrious world,
And skims the social sea with ubiquitous display
And dismal content? Has Monty's python uncoiled?
For now it slithers across the living-room floor,
To deliver the dross to willing prey, so mesmerised
By the glamour and glossy allure (its jaws flip open,
Our collective head in its gaze) we are anaesthetised
To the danger by the vicarious gore. And swallowed
Whole in surrender, we might as well fall on our sword!
Should I contrast the blasted swill, constantly hurled
Into our surly consciousness, with the occasional pearl
Of true understanding? Or should I forswear thy peerless
Company for an early retirement and tasks less demanding?
poem by David SmithWhite
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Dublin
The children play in the streets, they say
The children play in the streets
While the ships dock fast in Dublin Bay,
The children play in the streets.
Och aye, the blarney blunderbuss,
He's corked, and who's to blame?
'Tain't that his wee son with a pint,
Too soon to walk the same?
Across Ha'penny Bridge his Molly
Bends to scratch for coal,
And one last fire to celebrate:
Today she quits the dole.
But what of Barry? What of Shane?
Who'll give the tykes their bread,
With Pap in one dyke stone-cold drunk,
In the other Mam stone-cold dead?
The children play in the streets, they say
The children play in the streets
While the ships dock fast in Dublin Bay,
The children play in the streets.
Saturday by Talile Ali
I thought I knew everything
That I needed to know
About who I was and what I wanted to be
Then why am I in such misery?
I have a love I love alot.
She kisses me well and leave's me hot
Deals with my view in all of it's shades
Manages to suffer the mind of this mage.
However,
The flighty me has descended, once again.
All that remains is tattered lens &
a poor squeeky hub in a decisive win.
Why is it that being need be this way?
Because, every being need's a
Saturday.
Copyright © 2009
poem by Talile Ali
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Pie In The Sky
It takes photon power
And eight minutes of an hour
To make it to our sun
And I know it sounds weird
But itll take you four years
To make the next one
Expanding border
Thats the sauce
Of chaos
And thats an order
Thats an order
So stomp your feet
And clap your hands
Get out of your seat
And do a little dance
Lift up your voice
And sing with glee
Now listen carefully to me
Desert your quarters
Behold the pie in the sky
And thats an order
Thats an order
Thats an order [7x]
song performed by by Frank Black
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Play Guitar
You may drive around in your town
Ina brand new shiny car
Your face in the wind your haircut's in
And your friends think you're bizarre
you may find a cushy job and I hope that you go far
But if you really want to taste some cool success
You better learn to play guitar
CHORUS:
Play guitar--play guitar (3X)
You got your eye on the cheerleader queen
you're walkin' her home from school
You know that she's only seventeen
She's gonna make you a fool
You know you can't touch this stuff
Without money or a brand new car
Let me give you some good advice young man
You better learn to play guitar
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Eating Disorder?
eating disorder, or is it?
it's eat or be eaten, you can't miss it,
that's the order of the disorder, border to border,
you're hooked to a food chain, hooked on a food train.
you come into this world, cut from a chord,
made from food, your overlord,
As decades roll by, food becomes you,
because you got to refuel to do what you do.
so you keep eating till you die,
(you just couldn't stay away from that last french fry,)
But don't you worry about who, what and why,
it's the cosmic menu, so don't cry.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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A Different Law
For the wealthy and poor there's a different law
Though on that your own conclusion you can draw
You may think my comments are not very fair
But this is my view and my view I will air
Save for some cases of proven murder money does never fail
And money is known to keep people from jail
Many poor people are in jail for a minor offence
They can't afford a lawyer for to fight their defence
'Tis powerful paper money for to give it fair due
And that money does speak every language does seem only true
The wealthy and poor the law treats differently
Though with what I say here many would disagree
The reason you don't find many millionaires in a jail
Is that the influence of money seldom does seem to fail.
poem by Francis Duggan
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