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The perfect meal

Are you tired of the same old boring meal?
Let me tell you I know just how you feel,
Some days I feel urged to get up and shriek,
As I find my meals to be oh so bleak,
There's experience in the words I speak,
Which I wish I were able to conceal,
Let me warn against a path you may seek,
One shouldn't act on a rash thought with zeal,
I thought skilled cooking was not a big deal,
For my meal I just used what did appeal,
Then patiently waited for it to bake,
And hoped for the best for my hunger's sake,
I soon took the biggest bite I could take,
But swallowing was quite a vile ordeal,
I puked for my scheme had been a mistake,
Thus my early comments need a repeal.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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This One Meal

This one meal mom just made
All this food she prepared
This one meal, I remembered
Mom and I had a deal
She said 'Just Eat It'
I stared at the bread I just bit
Watching mom throw away the leftover
Did she even think about the world hunger?
I tried to stop thinking about all this
I couldn't look at my full dish
I cannot hide it
It is too hard, ..
All the world hunger..
From which people die
All this food mom just threw away
Kidney Beans, Sausages, Potatoes...
If only she thought of what she was doing
Throwing away all this food
If only she thought
of what this food could do
save lives, prevent hunger..
Help people live their lives longer..

poem by Klaudia Kuczynska
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Angels are for real

There is something inside that I feel
An inner strengthening of my will

What’s the big deal?
Let me reveal
Angels are for real

There's nothing to conceal
This secret you can steal
I say as I kneel
Angels are for real

I quietly appeal
With such zeal
Angels are for real

Luck they bring
With each wing
Love they air as they sing
Always there when you squeal
Whilst eating your last meal
Right by the steering wheel

Angels are a thrill
Angels are for real
They have the power to heal
Surreal as a dream!

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Fast Food Plan

Drive up to a window. Buy yourself a meal.
Think before you order. Get the biggest deal.
Eat it while you're driving. Boy does this taste good.
Throw away the wrappers just the way you should.

Back again tomorrow. I'll take a number 2.
Now I've got the combo. This is something new.
Brought a coupon with me. Saved me quite a lot.
Looked into the mirror. My stomach's like a pot.

Lookin' at the menu. Try a healthy meal.
So much salad in it. This is no big deal.
Rather have some fries. The oil's better now.
So why do I feel queasy and bigger than a cow?

Maybe just a milkshake. Nothing else today.
Milk is always healthy. That is what they say.
Good thing it's the weekend.Have some time to cook.
Feeling better already. This is all it took?

Here's the Sunday paper. WOW! Now here's a deal.
Buy 2 get one free plus a Happy Meal.
Back to work tomorrow. Take these coupons too.
This is so much easier. 'Give me a number 2.'

poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Free Meal?

you like free meals
they taste so well
nothing is bitter
everything is sweet

why do you like a free meal?
you save much for yourself.
why do you save much and not
spend anything for yourself?
you are into the vice of misery.
You are the miser storing much
and still beg for more
hence the free meal.

there is no such thing as a free meal
if you only know the real score
you could not have eaten that free meal on the table.
everyday you eat this unnecessary gratitude
tomorrow you shall pay it

with what? your dignity,
even your whole life.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do You Really Like A Free Meal?

you like free meals
they taste so well
nothing is bitter
everything is sweet

why do you like a free meal?
you save much for yourself.
why do you save much and not
spend anything for yourself?
you are into the vice of misery.
You are the miser storing much
and still beg for more
hence the free meal.

there is no such thing as a free meal
if you only know the real score
you could not have eaten that free meal on the table.
everyday you eat this unnecessary gratitude
tomorrow you shall pay it

with what? your dignity,
even your whole life.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Losing One's Dignity

you like free meals
they taste so well
nothing is bitter
everything is sweet

why do you like a free meal?
you save much for yourself.
why do you save much and not
spend anything for yourself?
you are into the vice of misery.
You are the miser storing much
and still beg for more
hence the free meal.

there is no such thing as a free meal
if you only know the real score
you could not have eaten that free meal on the table.
everyday you eat this unnecessary gratitude
tomorrow you shall pay it

with what? your dignity, even your whole life.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blue Monday

How does it feel to treat me like you do?
When youve laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me, how do I feel
Tell me now, how do I feel
Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
Theyll turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But Im quite sure that youll tell me
Just how I should feel today
I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasnt for your misfortune
Id be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now, how should I feel
Now I stand here waiting...
I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold

song performed by by Orgy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Room Service

Im feelin low, no place to go
And Im a-thinking that Im gonna scream
Because a hotel all alone is not a
Rock and roll stars dream
But just when Im about to shut the light and go to bed
A lady calls and asks if Im too tired or if Im just to dead for
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no
My planes delayed and Im afraid
Theyre gonna keep me waiting here till nine
Then a stewardess in a tight blue dress says
I got the time
But just as Im about to take my coat and get my fly
She says oh please, shes on her knees
And one more time before I leave I get some
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no, no
In my home town, Im hangin round
With all the ladies treatin me real good
A sweet sixteen lookin hot and mean says
I wish you would
But just as Im about to tell her yes, I think I can
I see her dad, hes getting mad
All the time he knows that Im in need of
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no, I cant say no
Room service, baby I could use a meal
Room service, you do what you feel
Room service, you take the pleasure with the pain
I cant say no
Room service, well maybe baby, room service

song performed by by Kiss
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60 Miles Per Hour

How does it feel to treat me like you do?
When you've laid your hands upon me and told me who you are.
I thought I was mistaken, I thought I heard your words.
Tell me how do I feel. Tell me now, how do I feel.
Those who came before me lived through their vocations
from the past until completion, they'll turn away no more.
And still I find it so hard to say what I need to say.
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me just how I should feel today.
I see a ship in the harbor. I can and shall obey.
But if it wasn't for your misfortune, I'd be a heavenly person today.
And I thought I was mistaken, and I thought I heard you speak
Tell me, how do I feel. Tell me now, how should I feel.
Now I stand here waiting...
I thought I told you to leave me when I walked down to the beach.
Tell me how does it feel, when your heart grows cold, grows cold, cold.

song performed by by New Order
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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anything is possible For M'lady Tara

I’d been driving since early morn
and some where I had gone astray
I was weary and travel worn.
I had to find a place to stay.

A good nights rest, a hearty meal
would make a new man out of me
I hoped the road would soon
reveal a wayside inn or hostelry.

I had not seen another soul
since I had left the main highway.
This single track seemed to unroll
in front of me in some strange way.

I was too tired to concentrate
I was fatigued and needed rest
I knew the hour was growing lat
and I decided it would be best

To book into the first hotel
or bed and breakfast I could find.
Either one would suit me well
I did not care I would not mind.

Just then I saw some way ahead
a building with a sign outside.
When I got closer I could read.
Be welcome stranger step inside.

I parked my car just off the track
and boldly knocked upon the door.
Which slowly opened just a crack
then gradually a little more

Until at last it opened wide.
That doors gey stiff, a sharp voice said.
An ancient lady stood inside.
I asked her if she had a bed.

I have two rooms and they’re both free
the season hasn’t started yet.
So come you in where you can see
It is not often that I get.

A visitor at all these days
not since they built the carrigeway
She fanned the fire into a blaze.
She was quite certain I would stay.

She showed me to a cosy room
and said she would prepare a meal.
An oil lamp would relieve the gloom.
It seemed that I had struck a deal.

I did not care how much it cost
I had to eat and needed rest
I told her that I had got lost
and had decided it was best

To find some place to spend the night
before I had an accident
She said she thought that I was right
and I should bide the night content.

Tomorrow was another day.
I ate my meal and went to bed.
How long I slept I cannot say
When I awoke I found instead.

Of being warm and dry in bed
I was outside beneath the sky.
My old suit case pillowed my head.
Now I will wonder til I die.

If it was merely some strange dream
created by my tired mind.
Or had I entered some time stream
to find what I needed to find

Which took me back to yester year.
When folks lived at a slower pace
The memory is crystal clear
although I could not find a trace.

There was no record anywhere
to prove the house had ever been.
Officials thought me mad I fear
when I described the house I’d seen.

I had it researched thoroughly
By local experts in this field
But they found no more trace than I
At last I gave up forced to yield.

Admit my search had been in vain
Although it defies common sense
the memories which I retain
are not a matter of pretence.

I do not often share this tale
which I believe to be quite true.
I know quite well that I should fail
If I attempt to convince you.

I know from past experience.
Though there are some but very few.
Who listen to me with patience
and can admit it could be true.

Some things can never be explained
although they are improbable.
I only know that I’ve retained
Belief that all is possible.

31-Jul-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Blue Monday

How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When youve laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how do I feel
Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They will turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But Im quite sure that youll tell me
Just how I should feel today
I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasnt for your misfortunes
Id be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how should I feel
Now I stand here waiting
I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold
(grows cold, grows cold, grows cold)

song performed by by New Order
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Whipped

Is there anything that can help me let go
I’m tired of crying down this road
I’m young should I feel this old
I’m tired of being split
I’m tired of feeling whipped
I’m tired of not knowing what’s right
I’m tired of looking for this light
I’m tired of living wrong
I’m tired of crying to this repeating sad song
I’m tired of wrong feeling so right
I’m tired of fighting with all my might
I’m tired of hoping friends will be by my side
I’m tired of my feelings I hide
I’m tired of no one picking up the phone
I’m tired of being home
I’m tired of the sun
I’m tired of the moon
I’m tired of thinking what to do
I’m tired of you

All I ever think of is hope
And all I ever heard is have faith
I feel fragile like an old piece of rope
And know I did nothing but disgrace
I hoped to be a good man
I hoped to have a plan
I hoped to be the one
I hoped to have some fun
I hoped life was easer than they say
I hoped home was where I lay
I hoped I always knew right
I hoped I would always fight
I hoped me was the one you see
I hoped true love would always be
I hoped I didn’t need to rest
I hoped life meant happiness

Hope and faith are strong words
They fly away easy like birds
Does one ever know where they stand?
Its harder than I thought to be a man
I remember being young and free
I remember trying to be me
I remember when I first fell in love
I remember hearing the sound of a dove
I remember being young wishing I was old
I remember trying to live out side the mold
I remember when I would dream
I remember when it was all about me
I remember when I wanted to be where I am
I remember that meant I needed to be man
I remember when life was fun
I remember shooting out like a gun
I remember love was a rush
I remember the first time I was crushed
I remember doing and not thinking
I remember doing nothing but drinking
I remember trying to make my tears dry
I remember the feeling of telling a lie
I remember when the world was at my feet
I remember the feeling of being beat
I remember being ashamed of who I am
I remember at one time I knew where I stand

Memory is a gift or is it a curse
It showed you at your best and at your worse
Time is something that should be taken slowly
I don’t want to be old and lonely
I know not to always follow my gut
I know ill always be in this rut
I know tomorrow will come
I know yesterday is gone
I know I will run
I know I am wrong
I know ill live
I know ill die
I know not to ask why

poem by Lesten WhitePigeon
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Why Do I Feel So Sad?

Friends we've been for so long
Now true colors are showing
Makes me wanna cry oh yes it does
Cuz I had to say goodbye

By now I should know
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad

How can I adjust
To the way that things are going
It's killing me slowly
Oh I just want it to be how it used to be

Cuz I wish that I could stay
But in time things must change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad

You cannot hide the way you feel inside I realize
Your actions speak much louder than words
So tell me why oh

By now I should know that
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad

By now I should know
That in time things must change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad

By now by now I should know
That in time things must grow
And I had to leave you behind
So why do I feel so sad
If it couldn't be that bad
Tell me why

By now I should know
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad

[Ad-lib to end]

song performed by by Alicia Keys from Songs In A Minor
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Why Do I Feel So Bad

Friends we've been for so long
Now true colors are showing
Makes me wanna cry oh yes it does
Cuz I had to say goodbye
By now I should know
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad
How can I adjust
To the way that things are going
It's killing me slowly
Oh I just want it to be how it used to be
Cuz I wish that I could stay
But in time things must change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad
You cannot hide the way you feel inside I realize
Your actions speak much louder than words
So tell me why oh
By now I should know that
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad
By now I should know
That in time things must change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad
By now by now I should know
That in time things must grow
And I had to leave you behind
So why do I feel so sad
If it couldn't be that bad
Tell me why
By now I should know
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad
(Ad-lib to end

song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Why Do I Feel So Sad

Friends we've been for so long
Now true colors are showing
Makes me wanna cry oh yes it does
Cuz i had to say goodbye
By now i should know
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do i feel so sad
How can i adjust
To the way that things are going
It's killing me slowly
Oh i just want it to be how it used to be
Cuz i wish that i could stay
But in time things must change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do i feel so sad
You cannot hide the way you feel inside i realize
Your actions speak much louder than words
So tell me why oh
By now i should know that
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be it shouldn't be so bad
So why do i feel so sad
By now i should know
That in time things must change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do i feel so sad
By now by now i should know
That in time things must grow
And i had to leave you behind
So why do i feel so sad
If it couldn't be that bad
Tell me why
By now i should know
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do i feel so sad
(ad-lib to end)

song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Greedy poem Gannet

I stuff my face with poems here
The meals served up in reams
I indulge in wordy gluttony
I'm bursting at the seams

But still you serve me more and more
Just like a pushing Aunt
I eat and eat all that I can
But finish? I just can't

You cook and bake and fry and grill
The most delicious food
I want to at least try it all
So you don't think me rude

Even 'back of cupboard' tins
Will not go out if date
And if you all stopped cooking
All the meals would still taste great

There so much here to be consumed
Enough to feed the planet
I savour all I can
As I'm a greedy poem gannet

I've started cooking recently
To add into the mix
I have a mind of recipes
Do try the meals I fix!

poem by Stevie Taite
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Poverty (song)

In the tune of the Boomtown Rats hit 'I Don't Like Mondays'.

The life seeps from the unfortunate,
Now it's time to help,
And some people thought they never had a chance,
We didn't give them chance to explain.
And they couldn't understand it,
We always thought they were doing fine,
And when we have our meals
They have to steal,
They can't stand the poverty, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.

Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell
Their whole lives hell.

(Gordon) Brown watches from his cosy home
Thinking of his latest plan,
While a man out THERE
Is so very SCARED
Living out his whole life in a dump,
And his dreams are stopped
When he sees the plot
To get rid of his landfill home
And when we have our meals
They have to steal
They don't know what to think, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,

Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell,
Their whole lives Hell, Hell, Hell,
Whole lives in hell.

As all the life seeps out of that poor man
We go and count our money pile
And now we’ll be going to the corner shop
While that man starts to choke on his own bile
Then the media babbles
Then the signal crackles
(Pretending that they care about them)
And when we have our meals
They have to steal
They can’t stand the poverty

And The life seeps from the unfortunate,
Now it's time to help,
And some people thought they never had a chance,
We didn't give them chance to explain.
And they couldn't understand it,
We always thought they were doing fine,
And when we have our meals
They have to steal,
They can't stand the poverty, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.

Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t
Tell us why
We should
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell.
Tell us why we shouldn’t help them
The answer is….
We should help them.

poem by Andrew Racklyeft
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* * *

In a bid to seek peace
in a place not similar to home
where hope is thought to come
here comes the solitude i sought
within the environs of a church.
but very contrary to my thought'
around me are three individuals
sorry, betrayal, and anonymity
are names that suited the ambiguity.

I feel sorry for sorry,
for the dirty game i played,
her feelings were forsaken
in a state of emotional agitation
by me she was heartbroken.

The bitterness behind betrayal
is far much beyond compare
Throwing her chastity somewhere
yet a loving soul waited patiently
only to get the shock of his life.
his love & respect kicked away
just for no reason than 'exam stress'.

from anonymity i seek hope
with enough caution to get peace
and not to lose myself to nowhere.
A love to be build from experience
aware of all the pit holes
ready to abound more and more
in love, happiness and peace.

poem by Marbet Daniel
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Music For The Dying

Ye who will help me in my dying pain,
Speak not a word: let all your voices cease.
Let me but hear some soft harmonious strain,
And I shall die at peace.

Music entrances, soothes, and grants relief
From all below by which we are opprest;
I pray you, speak no word unto my grief,
But lull it into rest.

Tired am I of all words, and tired of aught
That may some falsehood from the ear conceal,
Desiring rather sounds which ask no thought,
Which I need only feel:

A melody in whose delicious streams
The soul may sink, and pass without a breath
From fevered fancies into quiet dreams,
From dreaming into death.

poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Music For The Dying

Ye who will help me in my dying pain,
Speak not a word: let all your voices cease.
Let me but hear some soft harmonious strain,
And I shall die at peace.

Music entrances, soothes, and grants relief
From all below by which we are opprest;
I pray you, speak no word unto my grief,
But lull it into rest.

Tired am I of all words, and tired of aught
That may some falsehood from the ear conceal,
Desiring rather sounds which ask no thought,
Which I need only feel:

A melody in whose delicious streams
The soul may sink, and pass without a breath
From fevered fancies into quiet dreams,
From dreaming into death.

poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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