Dinner and Dinty
He dreaded not dark, nor the lonely road,
For the world, as he knew it, was kind.
Nor threat of the risk, nor necessity's goad
Gave fear to his innocent mind.
He was merely abroad for a country stroll:
And where lay the peril in that?
While themes so engaging delighted his mind
As dinner and Dinty the cat.
Then the summons went out and the search was on:
For the danger was clear to all.
Dread death was abroad where the child had gone,
But he answered to never a call.
He harked to the birds, and he dreamed his dreams,
As deep in the forest he sat;
And his mind went back to those two great themes:
Dinner, and Dinty the cat.
They found him at last with a smile on his face,
As he prattled of important things;
And, in thankfulness for the heavenly grace,
Men gave to their faith wings.
They pondered in fear what might have-been,
And on terrors thro' fear begat,
But he prattled away, in a mood serene,
Of dinner and Dinty the cat.
Dinner and Dinty. How much we lost
When our joy in the simple things waned.
We have learned of evil - at what a cost?
With our wisdom, what have we gained?
For how much weariness wisdom brings
As the world grows dreary and flat,
Since we lost out joy in the innocent things,
Like dinner and Dinty the cat.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Dinner Bell
Ive been leaving on my things
So in the morning when the morning bird sings
Theres still dinner on my dinner jacket
til the dinner bell rings
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Peanut brittle, I dont want a pear.
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Dinner bell dinner bell ring
Shoulder, bicep, elbow, arm
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Dinner bell dinner bell ding
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Dinner bell dinner bell do the bell thing
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A Dialogue Between Two Predators
it starts like this: hello
is hello that important? yes
is dinner important to you? no, i just had one
dinner must be important to you
since you have had no dinner yet, yes
can i have you for dinner? me> for food?
i am not delicious.
but you may swallow me alive...big shark!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Duet
Milestone:
All my troubles disappear,
When the dinner-bell I hear,
Over woodland, dale, and fell,
Swinging slow with solemn swell,---
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Hippy:
What can bid my heart-ache fly?
What can bid my heart-ache die?
What can all the ills dispel,
In my morbid frame that dwell?
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Both:
Hark!---along the tangled ground,
Loudly floats the pleasing sound!
Sportive Fauns to Dryads tell,
'Tis the cheerful dinner-bell!
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Point Of View
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.
Sunday dinner isn't sunny
Easter feasts are just bad luck
When you see it from the viewpoint
Of a chicken or a duck.
Oh how I once loved tuna salad
Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too
'Til I stopped and looked at dinner
From the dinner's point of view.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Situationer.....
he has been writing
he is thinking and then she calls him for dinner
there is a blackout
and she lights a candle so he can see the fumes of steamed rice
the green color of braised morning glory
he is silent and she does not ask
she does not know whether he has been writing a lot
whether he is lost in the maze of his thoughts
she has cooked dinner for him
she calls his name
it is dinner time and that is the most important hour
she trusts him
he is dying
the needed light for the evening did not come
there are no stars outside the window
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Innocent World
I used to live in an innocent world
I had a car and a pretty blond girlfriend
We was too young to know what we were doing
And anyway I was just fooling around
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
There aint no reason to tell no lie
When youre young and youve got a lot of pie
Now I slink around like a killer
The things they say are just a lot of filler
In my mind, in my mind
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Running, laughing in the sun
And always having lots of fun
Smoking dope and just being young
In my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
With a cute little monkey on my back
And a total disregard for the facts
Id run away and never get back
From my innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
Innocent innocent innocent world
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To my great surprise and pleasure, I have had dinner with most of the people living with whom I would like to have dinner.
quote by Holly Near
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One Me
Chorus
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
2x
Verse 1
I wanna make you moann
Do it all night long
Once I get you home
Baby girl its on
Im gonna kiss yo lips
Then Im gonna raise yo slip
Im gonna take your hand
And let you feel these ribs
Im a winner, Im a winner, Im a winner
Im a winner in bed
Go to dinner, go to dinner, go to dinner
Go to dinner in bed
Listen babe,
(chorus)
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
2x
Verse 2
I wanna show you love
From the bottom up
Once the light goes off
You cant get enough
I wanna be yo man
Not a one night stand
And if you take my hand
I bet 1 hundred grand
Im a winner, Im a winner, Im a winner
Im a winner in bed, yes I am
Go to dinner, go to dinner, go to dinner
And the dinner in bed, there can only be
(chorus)
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
2x
Verse 3
Girl open your dictionary look under love
And your gonna see my face
Come to bed right now lets cover up
Nothin but sweat comin between us in this place
(chorus)
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
2x
Verse 4
Do ya wanna be, do ya wanna be, do ya wanna be, do ya wanna be
Wanna be with me tonight
Do ya wanna see, do ya wanna see, do ya wanna see, do ya wanna see
How Im gonna do yo body right
Do ya wanna go, do ya wanna go, do ya wanna go, do ya wanna go
Go on a 12 play ride
Youll be goin all out
Like a prom night
And you wont make it home
Cuz you realize
(chorus)
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
8x fade
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Her Qualms
she had dinner with me
and she talked about some priests and sinners
i think she is refined in some ways
the way she handles her fork and her forte
the rumors of the town
and the rest of those who profess innocence
pretended to pay attention
there were names and places and secret events
and trysts of some characters like they are in the play
of Tennessee Williams
and she carefully assesses the merits of their wounds
their tragedies surely are not hers
she does not eat much but her face swells
her stomach bloating and she burps like she is one kind
of a healthy baby
after the dinner
despite her expensive earrings
we in the house are unanimous in saying
she is the kind of character who must not have
another dinner with us
perhaps she must have breakfast
and we think she deserves to be
with Sophocles
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pork Chops are Fun
chop chop chop the pork squeals over dinner
with it's fatty bits and tasty bites
it marinates on a stick over hot coal
who will taste it first who will finish the bowl
Wow Pork Chops with red wine
then dinner will be divine
chop chop chop the pork is done
with ginger, wine and lots of fun
it's time to have with a salty bun
chop chop chop see it go in the oven my friends
it's dinner time lets eat it all
then lets sit together and have a ball
chop chop chop the pork tastes good
with the meat so tender it bloody weel should
sometimes on the pan sometimes as a roast
call your freinds for dinner it's a dish one can boast
chop chop chop the pork is done
sprikle a little wine to make things bright
then the meat put it on light
watch it burn and tremble with delight
chop chop chop my pork chops are done
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Meet Me After Dinner
Meet me after dinner.
After all has been dished and served!
Meet me after dinner here...
If you have the nerve!
My ex-wife is a memory,
And my boyfriend has long been gone.
Only they could bring that 'freak' out of me...
That sweet freak!
Others deny and hide discreetly,
As they get their own groove on.
~Day and night long!
Not caring who says,
What they share is wrong! ~
Yeah...
You meet me after dinner.
I can picture you gnawing,
On those big beef bones!
Finish what you're doing.
I'm the one you should be screwing.
Meet me after dinner here...
And let's stop faking,
We don't desire naked love making.
Meet me after dinner,
And release those phone moans.
Your mate doesn't hear,
Or care who's heart is breaking!
Since I yearn for you,
With me alone!
Nibbling on your neck,
I want to hear you coo...
In licked whispers
Sighing,
In passionate delicious croons.
I do. Yes..I do.
Reflected in silhouette,
Our beads of sweat glistens.
Under the glow of the moon!
Meet me after dinner...
And I'll have dessert,
Perked and ready...
In the master bedroom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call in the midnight
I used to make my dinner thinking
About what you'd like to eat
I used to pass all night drinking
Because you didn't like of meat
I used to fall in laugh every second
Because you liked my way to smile
I used to tell histories with once upon
Just for keep you quiet for a while
I used to drink wine every saturday
Because you weren't at home
I used to smoke always in a trip away
Because I knew you weren't waiting on the phone
For a call in the midnight
Now I can't think about the dinner
Because I'm eating in my mom's house
Now I can't watch TV in soccer's winner
Because I'm not with my blouse
Now I can't smile for any stupid
Because I lost my eye's passion
Now I just keep in internet's cupid
Because I'll learn a new lesson
Now I'm coming from the rehab
And going to bed early, same in weekends
Now I just don't or can't laugh
Because I know I'll it pretends
For a call in the midnight
poem by Ianne de Angel
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Facing Fear
I found myself on a dusky, dark street.
I found myself afraid of what I might meet.
But all I met was fear of the unknown.
I feared the thought that I was alone.
The fear was palpable and chilled my bones.
There were dark and sinister undertones
to what I pictured would happen to me.
What it was I couldn't foresee.
What I was doing here I realized now.
I was here to overcome fear somehow.
I looked up and saw the moon in my view,
the same old moon from the streets I knew.
With that in mind I ventured ahead
and left that place that brought me dread.
The mind can conjure up all kinds of things
and when it does, oh the terror it brings.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I'll just be sitting down having dinner with girlfriends or something and people come up and ruin the dinner.
quote by Holly Valance
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Yes, beef is what was for dinner last night. Tonight it will be my dinner, and it will continue to be.
quote by Christopher Bond
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There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
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A dinner invitation, once accepted, is a sacred obligation. If you die before the dinner takes place, your executor must attend.
quote by Ward McAllister
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Dinner
i see how loneliness opens its mouth
and swallows you whole
there is this dinner
and you are
what is served to its hunger
and thirst and you do not even make a sound
when you are gone
into the deepest throat
of emptiness
there is no sound
there is only the willingness to be lost
and to be forgotten
loneliness ate you for dinner
and i will be its breakfast tomorrow morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Out Of The Noise
Glued to the kerbstone, staring.
Frozen at the stop-sign too.
See that crazy suicide mongrel.
Hes going to try to cross that avenue.
Old dog of experience,
Ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
Dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
Hes got his mind on someone elses dinner --
Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.
Lives down in some cool, cool basement --
Sharing with a family of bouncy, ratty little guys
Works to a discipline of ritual undertakings --
Sleep, eat, and gentle exercise
Old dog of experience,
Ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
Dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
Hes got his mind on someone elses dinner --
Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.
Some towns I know, he could end up in a restaurant --
Wrong side of a table for two.
Its enough to send him running, running for cover.
Back into traffic, whats a poor dog to do?
Old mutt of experience,
Ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
Dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
Hes got his mind on someone elses dinner --
Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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