Reality TV (Life Poem)
Dinner, Dafney hot, courtyard cool and civilized,
Fettuccini fabulous, guest glamorous and glowing,
Eyes starlike smiling, pulpo carpaccio savoured.
Reality will bite in next week’s jungle game.
Imagination runs riot, perfect picture of dinner
For ants, ambling in forbidden places, ouch.
Coiffeurless, bad-hair-day, dishevelled demon,
Boredom, book, arachnophobia perhaps, escape.
Red carpet missed, pampering needed, tranquilo.
poem by Ian Beckett
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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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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
Experimental dog*
Salivating dog
Good dog
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the dinner bell)
Dinner bell dinner bell ring
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
I dont want a pizza, I dont want a piece of (experimental dog)
Peanut brittle, I dont want a pear.
I dont want a bagel I dont want a bean I wouldnt like (salivating dog)
A bag of beef or a beer or a
Cup of chowder, corn, cake, or creamed cauliflower cause Im (good dog)
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the dinner bell)
Dinner bell dinner bell ring
Shoulder, bicep, elbow, arm
Forearm, thumb, wrist, knuckle, palm
Middle, pinky, index, ring
Dinner bell dinner bell ding
I dont know whether Id rather be having a bottle of vinegar (experimental dog)
I dont know whether Id rather be having an egg.
I dont know whether Id rather be having an order of bacon (salivating dog)
Or whether Id rather be having a basket of garlic bread.
I dont know whether Id rather be having some pie or (good dog)
Saving my appetite cause im
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the dinner bell)
Dinner bell dinner bell ring
Ive been leaving on my things (Ive been leaving on)
So in the morning when the morning bird sings (the morning)
Theres still dinner on my dinner jacket (on my)
til the dinner bell does the bell thing
Dinner bell dinner bell do the bell thing
Im waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the ding)
Dinner bell dinner bell ding ding ding
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the ding)
Dinner bell dinner bell ding ding ding
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the ding)
Dinner bell dinner bell ding
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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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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My Cold November
That night I hung up the phone. Tears were rolling down my eyes.
All I had was the comfort of my best friends. The next day left alone.
I watched the Lions game. Anything to get my mind off of you.
I didn't care who won; I already lost.
Remembering those words that I deserved better than you.
I tried to say grace before dinner, but what do I have to be thankful for?
A heart ripped to shreds with the knife left at the foot of my door.
Thanksgiving dinner never tasted so bitter.
I wanted to throw it up and send it to you
Just to give you a reminder of how it feels
To destroy someone's holiday.
I went to turn on the TV. Home Alone was on, how fitting.
I tried to laugh but couldn't find a reason why. Still left wondering why.
Black Friday never fit so perfect. It felt like a part of me just died.
Seeing happy couples blissfully step through the stores.
I just wanted to rip out my eyes.
Deep in a box, I buried a picture of you.
Hoping to never see it again.
It still pops up sometimes.
And a tear still rolls down my eyes.
Winter never felt so cold.
song performed by by 5 Days Ahead
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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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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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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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Joe Fabulous
don't play my music on mtv
play it on the radio
we are the street kings and we don't care
yeah we really don't wanna know
i'm joe fabulous
life is my school
joe fabulous
and we are the merchants of cool
we do our thing
we believe in no sin
we are beyond your control
if you look closely
you'll find that were mostly
machines looking for a soul
im joe fabulous
life is my school
the next joe fabulous
and we are the merchants of cool
we aim to analyze
everything you say and do
so we can sell it back to you
joe fabulous
life is my school
joe fabulous
and we are the merchants of cool
there are no nations
just large corporations
flying the flag of the day
from dawn of creation
to civilisation
please don't take my music away
joe fabulous
life is my school
joe fabulous
play by my rules
joe fabulous
and we are the merchants of cool
thats all
bye bye everybody
bye bye
song performed by by Bad Company
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Take,Take,Take
was sitting there in a comfortable chair
And that was all that I needed
Then my friend offered me a drink for us to share
And that was all that I needed
Well, then I felt at ease
But then I'm not too hard to please
I guess you couldn't call me greedy
Then I was shocked to look up
And see rita hayworth there in a place so seedy
She walked into the bar with her long, red, curly hair
And that was all that I needed
And I said to my friend, "good god, we're lucky men just to even see her"
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
And I could not resist, I just had to get close to her
And that was all that I needed
I walked and loomed around her table for a while
And that was all that I needed
Then I said, "i hate to bug you, ma'am, but can I have your autograph?"
And that was all that I needed
She pressed her lips against a white piece of paper
And that was all that I needed
Then I saw what she wrote, my heart is in my mouth
And that was all that I needed
Then she handed it to me, and I think that she could see
That that was all that I needed
I started to walk away but then I remembered 'hey, I forgot to get a picture'
So I asked her one more time, "could I have another favor?"
That was all that I needed
She was kind and posed with me
Then I knew my friend would see my celebrity meeting
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
She turned and said to me, "I need to go to sleep,"
And it seemed so mean
It's almost as if she could not appreciate how cool I was being
She said, "good night" and walked away
And I didn't know what to say
I just couldn't believe it
Well, it's just not fair
I want to get a piece of hair
That was all that I needed
Or maybe a kiss on the cheek
I wouldn't wash it for a week
That would be all that I needed
But she didn't even care
That I was even there
What a horrible feeling
song performed by by White Stripes
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Together (Love Poem)
Together the whole world will be perfect
Time stands still when you are with me
I feel your smiling voice and sexy eyes
Distant closeness banished with a hug
Your laughter is the sunshine in my day.
poem by Ian Beckett
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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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She Loved To Watch Him Play
she never missed a practice
never missed a game
sat there watching
yelling his name
baseball, soccer, basketball too
she was always there
cheering him on
win or lose she didnt care
he was her little boy
he loved to play
she loved to watch him
even far away
for 12 years she was
at every game
always watching
yelling his name
then 1 day
he asked her not to come
he loved her
he would always be her son
he said other parents
never come
and he didnt want to have
the only one
he said he was a grown
man now
doesnt want his mom
around now
she said
ok
i wont embarrass you
that way
a few years later
he walks to the mound
looks at the bleachers
he hears a familiar sound
then he sees her
watching his game
sitting there patiently
yelling his name
he smiles real big
tips his hat
throws the ball
right past the bat
after the game
he runs to the stand
looking at his mom
she waves her hand
he runs past the fence
around the post
then realizes it was
his moms ghost
she never missed a practice
never missed a game
sat there watching
yelling his name
poem by Sandy Nobody
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Picture Book
Picture yourself when youre getting old,
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on[? ].
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
A picture of you in your birthday suit,
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon.
Picture book, your mama and your papa, and fat old uncle charlie out cruising with their friends.
Picture book, a holiday in august, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny southend.
Picture book, when you were just a baby, those days when you were happy, a long time ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
song performed by by Kinks
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Dinner Party
Creme-de-la-Creme
Soup de Jour
A trayful of nibbles-to bite
Party favors and
Mixed drinks
A Dinner-Party-Delight
Martini's and Vodka
Rocks
Gin and tonic or Baileys and Cream
Crab cakes and Marinated
Mushrooms
A Dinner-Party Most Sypreme
Ah-and The Main Course
Now that's a secret hidden to all
But seven courses-hold
It Together
For The King And Queen Of The
Ball
poem by Theodora Onken
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Dinner With Delores
Dinner with Delores must be some kind of sin
Like a brontosaurus, she was packin' it in
The first night we dined and by the next time
This girl was eatin' all but the tip
And by the stroke of midnight she wanted some more (more)
Showin' dirty movies like some kind of whore
But she was wastin' her time now cuz there wasn't a line
That would make me come 'round her door
Dinner with Delores must be some kind of sin
Her bell's just a-broken (bell's just broken) since 1984
(Dancin') Dancin' like a white girl (white girl) on disco dirty floors
Damn Delores, pick another subject please
Introduce the carpet 2 somethin' other than your knees
Like a real confession, no one could be more made up than U
Nothing's left 4 guessin' - what a shame, boo hoo
Delores {x2}
I'd call U a friend, but it must be a sin
And I've run out of cheeks 2 turn
Dinner with Delores
No more, that's the end
song performed by by Prince
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Dinner With Dolores
Dinner with delores
Must be some kind of sin
Like a brontosaurus
She was packin it in
The first night we dined
And by the next time
This girl was eatin all but the tip
And by the stroke of midnight
She wanted some more (more)
Showin dirty movies
Like some kind of whore
But she was wastin her time
cause there wasnt a line
That would make me come round her door
Dinner with delores
Must be some kind of sin
Her bells just a-broken (bells just broken)
Since 1984
(dancin) dancin like a white girl (white girl)
On disco dirty floors
Damn, delores, pick another subject please
Introduce the carpet 2 something other than your knees
Like a real confession
No one could be more made up than u
Nothins left 4 guessin
What a shame
(boo hoo) boo hoo
(delores)
(delores)
Id call u a friend
But it must be a sin
And Ive run out of cheeks 2 turn
Dinner with delores
No more
Thats the end
song performed by by Prince
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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
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Your Perfect Little Girl...
Your perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card.
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night.
Your perfect little girl painted her nails black.
Your perfect little girl lied to you all her life.
Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep.
Your perfect little girl slits her wrists till she bleeds.
Your perfect little girl hates you.
Your perfect little girl hates herself.
Your perfect little girl has given up on life.
Your perfect little girl had a tantrum today.
Your perfect little girl has her head in the toilet after dinner.
Your perfect little girl wants to run away.
Your perfect little girl hasn't let you dry her tears.
Your perfect little girl disobeyed you.
Your perfect little girl hates the world.
Your perfect little girl is hated by the world.
Your perfect little girl is very unhappy.
Your perfect little girl tried to commit suicide.
Your perfect little girl became a disgrace.
Your perfect little girl keeps alot of secrets.
Your perfect little girl deals with everything on her own
Your perfect little girl had to grow up too fast.
Your perfect little girl is on the edge of breakdown.
Your perfect little girl just isn't so perfect anymore.
poem by Gabriela Valoy
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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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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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