Grey
The diner nibbles biscuit
because a stealthy misfit
has finished off the brisket and the pie.
His methods are erratic
and crumbs bedaub his jacket
unheeded by his static glassy eyes.
Upon his thin long fingers
a whiff of Cheddar lingers.
The end of a malingerer is nigh.
His ears are pricked for whispers.
A presage stills his whiskers
before tight sprung ballistic metal flies.
The silence is emphatic.
The stillness is dramatic
to underscore a tragic mouse demise.
Quick nails tip tap the china.
He grinds his biscuit finer.
Behind his specs, the diner's eyes are dry.
poem by Diane Hine
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A Mundane Tale
We know each other the two of us
I was in a hurry in a time of rush
He was happy his eyes joy-lit
"Spare a little time, for one biscuit".
Just then came the red office bus
I was annoyed, I was in a rush
A moment's hesitation and I boarded it
Glanced at him and our eyes did meet.
Something I saw moistened his eyes
A surprise it was he couldn't disguise
He couldn't believe, the thing of the street,
that I would leave him without biscuit.
It found me again back on the street
Someone was needed to buy him a biscuit
Other things could wait, such as office
Not for the world could I give it a miss.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Biscuit City
Id like to be in biscuit city
With my banjo in my hand
I dont need no long vacation
In some foreign land
Cause the sound of my own breathing
Has been turning to a sigh
I wish that I could make the time
To be in biscuit city by and by
Oh the water is of emerald
And the beach is white as snow
And everyones got money
And no place to go
In a land of milk and honey
It can really make you smile
And if I had a ticket
I would stay in biscuit city for a while
All the girls are in bikinis
All the boys are in the buff
With the baby in between and
That makes three of us
And the streets are all so quiet
And the walls are squeaky clean
I think you aint been nowhere til
The town of biscuit city you have seen
Id rather be in biscuit city
With my banjo in my hand
Than take a big vacation
In some foreign land
Cause the sound of my own breathing
Has been turning to a sigh
If it were not for misfortune
I would be in biscuit city by and by
If it were not for misfortune
I would stay in biscuit city til I die
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Concerning The Shows
A very enjoyable diner!
And concerning the shows that took place;
But, look and see what goes on around you.
The overhauling,
Rampant,
And like my diner and your dinner at school!
But, this sweet muse of love is coming through us.
Dreams,
Adore,
Come to crave,
Bidding,
Shallow,
Swallow;
But, when will it be the best time to hit the jackpot? ! !
And like the psychological weapon around you.
There is a sign in heaven,
There is a sing on earth,
But, it will appear somewhere for someone to see it;
However, it was all about this great diner!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cameo pt.1
She arrived in the diner with her posse behind her
And ordered her food like she was on a timer
Looking way finer, a major not minor
She was flashing her cash like ocean liners
From the way I describe her you’d call me a liar
If I say that she was more humble than friars
She was all about business that’s not the part twisted
Her shoes and her eyes were no rookies to mischief
Veteran misfit who knew she was gifted
To give a good laugh or to get her wrist lit
She ordered her food and paid what was due
But before her first bite she fed the whole crew
They sat off to my right just out of sight
But didn’t stay long, lunch was only a bite
They hustled and bustled with her leading in front
She lived every day like there’s nothing she could want
poem by P.R. Prosper
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 148
The Bride holds her flowers and straightens her veil
The Groom cleans his whiskers and straightens his tail
The Tiny biscuit box church is full of light
The bells chime loudly, the sun shines bright
The two families of mice sit either side
As the groom mouse waits for his bride inside
She arrives making the wedding complete
Dress that’s a white sock with holes for her feet
The priest mouse continues, being well versed
The rings are passed over as had been rehearsed
A mouse in the pews can’t stop her cough
So she is quickly, quietly lead off
The kiss is taken the crowd all cheer
So joyful that this day is here
The couple leave and all pile outside
A stretched white roller skate for a ride
Then at the reception with all the relations
Forgotten the days stress and frustrations
Shaking their tails on the dance floor
Begging the DJ to play some more
A buffet of nibbles, the most they could make
And three tiers of cheese form the wedding cake
Whatever the animal from human to mice
Sharing your life makes it twice as nice
poem by Flying Lemming
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The Mouse Wedding
The Bride holds her flowers and straightens her veil
The Groom cleans his whiskers and straightens his tail
The Tiny biscuit box church is full of light
The bells chime loudly, the sun shines bright
The two families of mice sit either side
As the groom mouse waits for his bride inside
She arrives making the wedding complete
Dress that’s a white sock with holes for her feet
The priest mouse continues, being well versed
The rings are passed over as had been rehearsed
A mouse in the pews can’t stop her cough
So she is quickly, quietly lead off
The kiss is taken the crowd all cheer
So joyful that this day is here
The couple leave and all pile outside
A stretched white roller skate for a ride
Then at the reception with all the relations
Forgotten the days stress and frustrations
Shaking their tails on the dance floor
Begging the DJ to play some more
A buffet of nibbles, the most they could make
And three tiers of cheese form the wedding cake
Whatever the animal from human to mice
Sharing your life makes it twice as nice
poem by Flying Lemming
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Nope Not Supposed To
The simples of kindness
Ever to express
Was a dog biscuit from the mailman’s vest
Today while on my way
My dog did spy
From his biscuit eye
This uniform of yesterday
Who would bring treats along his way
Nope....I’m not supposed to he say
No biscuits anymore along my way
It has become a no more to be
This kind gesture between the dog and me
Nick Krakana
December 28,2011
poem by Nick krakana
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Abandoned Luncheonette
They sat in an abandoned luncheonette
Sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust
His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on this mans army
They were old and crusty
She was twenty when the diner was a baby
He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with
Gravy
Hair black and wavy
Brilliantine slick, a pot - cleaning dandy,
He was young and randy
Day to day, to day... today
Then they were old, their lives wasted away
Month to month, year to year
They all run together
Time measured by the peeling of paint on the luncheonette wall
They sat together in the empty diner
Filled with cracked china
Old news was blowing across the filthy floor
And the sign on the door read this way out, thats all it read
Thats all it said
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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One's Silence Is Saluted
One's silence is saluted,
When removed from loops seduced.
One's silence is saluted...
When refusing automatic passes,
Boots one from the coop.
A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.
One can feel terrific when removed from such lists!
With nothing shared specifc,
But...
Limited nonsense!
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.
One can feel terrific when removed from such lists!
With nothing shared specifc,
But...
Limited nonsense!
A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.
One's silence is saluted,
When removed from loops seduced.
One's silence is saluted...
When refusing automatic passes,
Boots one from the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.
A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He
sits alone in the diner
next to the wall near the kitchen.
Stares at his table that's worn to the
grain from quick random fingers
that offered support.
Hardwired
Our brain, like a hard drive is wired
with lies, and with logic, and fantasies too.
See the girl
who's a girl who turns into a waitress
who says with a soft voice,
Hello?
poem by Rick Stokes
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Beahcomber Dog
Beachcomber dog is on my trail,
windy company, late December;
distracts my glance; a mute tale,
within his shiny eyes and amber.
A fervent dog, paces on shore,
sniffing my footsteps as I walk
December is gray, an icy hoar,
sea waves on monotonous talk.
I turn to see, the friendly dog,
a kind smile! Maybe a biscuit
if I could find! a dark icon in fog,
much he 'd like a tasty brisket!
The wind spells around the dog,
his bitter cold is apt to remind,
that we are firmed upon a clog,
on aimless course, a port to find.
A strange dog, on random stroll,
I left in fog years ago, his bark,
I hear; eyes appear like odd call
and old spirits salute me in dark.
I turn to approach the stray dog,
but he 's not there, flied in air,
marginal aptitude, figure in fog
marginal solitude a dusk despair.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Somebody
At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk
When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup
He jokes about his love life
And tells her he's about ready to give up
That's when she says "I've been there before
But keep on lookin'
Cause maybe who you're lookin' for is
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at but never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody"
Across town in a crowded elevator
He can't forget the things that waitress said
He usually reads the paper
But today he reads a strangers face instead
It's that blue eyed girl
From two floors up
Maybe she's the one
Maybe he could fall in love with
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at but never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody
Now they laugh about the moment that it happened
A moment they both missed until that day
When he saw his future in her eyes
Instead of just another friendly face
And he wonders why he searched so long
When she was always there
At that diner waitin' on
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there
Oh, somewhere out there
Is somebody
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Dixie Diner
Dixie diner
By: larry raspberry
1978
-- spoken:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. wooo. were going to take you up that mississippi river
Now one time. yeah one time. up to an old favorite town of mine where i
Visit now and then just for one special reason, thats good eatin. cause
I know a place on tillman st. between ****** and ***** that cant be beat.
Emma mae been cookin there for forty-eight years and she aint missed a
Lick yet baby. shes got hot sweet potatoes and cracklin bread. ooh. and
Mulligan stew to turn jimmy buffetts head. woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol collard greens, wooo. you know...
You know what...
What?
That nothin could be finer than to sit down and eatn at the dixie diner.
Alright miami give it up. rock and roll on a monday night.
Help this skinny boy out. weve got two more days.
Good rockin tonight.
I hear you professor.
Thank you, thank you very much. God bless you. youre still the greatest.
We love ya.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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China
(jack hues / nick de spig)
China, china, on the sea shore
China, china, on the dance floor
China, china, I must have seen your face before
Ive been to cairo and Ive been to khartoum
Ive seen them places from my rented room
Ive been to paris and Ive been to marseille
But that was nothing till I got to cathay
Ive been to new york and Ive been to l.a.
Ive been to delhi and Ive been to bombay
Ive been to venice and Ive been to rome
But now its peking that I think of as home
China, china, on the sea shore
China, china, on the dance floor
China, china, theres no finer place on earth
China, china, I must have seen your face before
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Kirtles Drapped
In their kirtles drapped in times,
When a boodle carried was kept disguised.
Those of prim and proper grace,
Kept their business away...
From other's faces.
Today,
It is in our eyes.
On display and to no one's surprise.
Like crumbs on fingertips one licks,
From a bag of potato chips one grips.
And when they're finished with that bag,
In the street they toss it quick.
But in their kirtles they would murmur,
Without announcing it one bit.
And today folks like to brag,
About what they have in their grasp.
Few kirtle blurters from the past,
Would never show their valuables or cash.
But times like these have slipped from us fast!
Like crumbs on fingertips one licks,
From a bag of potato chips one grips.
And when they're finished with that bag,
In the street they toss it quick.
And those in kirtles may not show,
What they keep bestowed...
At all!
*Kirtle:
A tunic or coat worn by men,
In the Middle Ages.
Also known as a long gown,
Or dress worn by women.
Perhaps...
To 'protect' their 'treasures'.
Source of info:
Merriam Webster's Collegiate Dictionary.
10th edition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whispers In Sounds
Only the eyes that see through a thousand distance can understand.
Only the ice of the antarctic could reveal the mystery of the sand.
Only the creations of the beauty aquatics could tell the story of the waters.
But who could tell the mystery behind the sun?
Man...Rows of shell, crest of the ark, blues and blues of enshrined complexity.
Sparks and flashes of wave-like sounds, streaming like the flush of the stream of purity.
Flies and mushrooms, sighs and whispers of silence.
Man, with support from the eternal, campus the band of the material.
Silence, silence cried, just silence, silence whispers.
poem by Mike Ebogha
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Clean Coal?
She worked the counter
at the local diner.
He worked in the caves.
He was a miner.
They both left for work
early every day.
Returned in the evening
with not too much to say.
Too tired to talk
They ate quietly.
They accepted their fate
and the monotony.
She was used to the siren
that sounded the alarm.
Workers in the mine
had come to some harm.
She would leave her job
and run to the site,
saying the words
that she prayed every night.
'Please God have mercy
on my man.
Bring him out alive
if you can.'
And when she saw him
she held him and cried,
happy he was safe,
sad that others died.
They went back home
with not too much to say.
For tomorrow would come
and they needed the pay.
So back to the mine
and the diner they went.
It was their way of living.
They had to pay rent.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Velvet Whispers..Tonight
Glowing above us is moonlight,
In the silence of night i feel you mine,
Your eyes are shinning at me so divine,
Velvet whispers go to my ears tonight.
Stay with me my love, be my delight,
Put your arms around and hug me,
I will close my eyes and cry because,
Velvet whispers warm my heart tonight.
This magic moment it is so bright,
You are my poem, my music, my life,
We belong to each other for eternity,
Velvet whispers rise up my soul tonight.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Get Your Way
You make demands, youre out of hand and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
You rage and roar, you pace the floor and soon enough youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
Got no time for temperament.
Bad attitude wont make a dent.
Dont cry baby, dont cry at all.
Got no need to take the fall.
Dont go on strike. you know what I like. you know how to love me, daddy - loose but tight.
Your mood is down, Im losing ground and soon enough youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
Theres no need to stay at home alone.
No need for slamming the phone.
Got no need to kick the cat or get too high.
No need for that.
The silences when you dont speak - much worse than when you scolding me.
The silences when you wont speak - its not the silence thats golden to me.
Look out!
Im coming!
Im coming!
Im coming!
You make demands, youre out of hand and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
You rage and roar, you pace the floor and soon enough your gonna get your way.
Dont go on strike. you know what I like. you know how to love me, daddy - loose but tight.
Your mood is down, Im losing ground and soon enough youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
You know I always get my way.
Im hot!
I do succeed.
Like washington at valley forge, I get just what I need.
Like iron mike with a tko and jesse james with a .44, I keep on coming moving slow and put them on the floor.
Get up!
Turn it up a bit.
Get up!
Turn it up a bit.
Im self contained.
I use my brain and I keep the people entertained.
Its a long way up with no elevator, but Im gonna get there sooner or later cuz the last thing that Im gonna do is not do what I wanted to.
Get up!
Turn it up a bit.
Get up!
Turn it up a bit.
Like frankenstein and danger mouse Im gonna make some noise and rock the house!
You have been demanding. throwing temper tantrums. soon enough your gonna get your way.
You have been highhanded. setting super standards. soon enough youre gonna get your way.
You have been vindictive. you can go and stick it. pretty soon youre gonna get your way.
Dont you go on strike. you know just what I like now. pretty soon youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
Youre so dramatic, youre too emphatic, but soon enough youre gonna get your way.
Weve been conflicting. youd better start thinking and pretty soon youre gonna get your way.
Dont go on strike. you know what I like. you know how to love me, daddy - loose but tight.
Your mood is down. Im losing ground and soon enough youre gonna have your day.
Get your way.
You make demands, youre out of hand and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
You rage and roar, you pace the floor and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
Your mood is down. Im losing ground and soon enough youre gonna get your way.
Youre so dramatic. youre too emphatic, but soon enough youre gonna get your way.
Have your day.
Get your way.
You have your day. yeah, you get what you want. uh huh.
Get your way. have your day.
Soon enough youre gonna get it, yeah.
Youre gonna get your way.
Have your day. get your way. uh huh. uh huh.
Dont go on strike. you know what I like.
song performed by by Blondie
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Once Upon A Time
A hungry mouse was looking for cheese
Anything, fat free, blue vein, or cheddar would please,
So out of is little hole he stepped an'
Blow me down with a feather
He bumped into a lump of cheddar
Alas it was covered by the tail of a sleeping kitten
So round to its face he went where he could be bitten
Then OMG he gave the little kitten a kiss
Who intern awoke and cried 'What oh what is this,
You gave me a kiss wow from a little mouse,
This is lovely for we both live in the same house! '
Exclaimed the mouse 'May I have that little cheese under your tail'
'Of course you can my friend, let's make this a happy ending tale.
poem by Ken e Hall
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