A-Rat-A-Tat-Tat.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'
No more do I eat fried fat back.
Or smothered pork chops,
To put pounds on my thighs...
Butt or back!
Biscuits are my weakness,
So I ain't touching that.
Neck bones I leave alone.
And other greasy meats,
I don't eat.
I prefer to ignore that,
And them I don't condone!
Too sleazy for me.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'
I do my best to eat fresh vegetables.
With a prepared fresh salad...
Adding fruits and nutts,
To keep my energy up!
Lots of exercise I do!
And conscious to take naps.
With meditation and deep breathing...
To keep my body sleek.
Everyday of the week!
With a diet less treated by soft drinks,
And preprocessed sweets.
I do what I can to be energized...
And my eyes kept open wide,
No aches and pains I'm going to sigh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.
Hey?
Wait a minute!
But...
Do you or do you not,
STILL smoke cigarettes? '
Whose confession is this?
'Yours.'
Exactly.
You keep tapping out that rhythm.
And I'll deal with my conscious...
Guilts and other facts!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
Oh.
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty is holistic
Be clean; you are conscious of skin.
Do yoga; you are conscious of body.
Do prnayama; you are conscious of energy.
Do meditation; you are conscious of mind.
Being conscious of it is strengthening of it.
Then which woman can resist you?
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nutritious
That banana cake taste,
Grandma use to bake.
And was loved?
Is gone with the deep dish apple pie.
That smothered blade steak.
Served with black eye peas,
Collard greens and candied yams.
Sometimes with peach cobbler,
With rich vanilla icecream.
That too,
Locks in memories.
Those golden brown biscuits,
Fresh from the oven.
Buttered.
And topped with homemade,
Strawberry jam.
Or that cornbread no one can resist.
That too...
Is gone with the deep dish apple pie.
And today...
As grateful as I am,
To witness the arrival...
Of another Thanksgiving Day to celebrate.
I've never seen so many butts and thighs so wide.
And none of us who ate at grandma's,
Waddled from the table.
No matter what we ate.
Or nibbled all day...
On the honeyed ham,
Turkey sandwiches, potato salad...
Turnips.
Or just to sit to sip on eggnog.
None of us who ate at grandma's,
Waddled from the table.
Or stretched spandex!
Maybe fast food is fast!
But it sure is not nutritious.
Forget delicious.
It's just addictive and quick.
That's it!
And when we ate at grandma's...
We knew something whipped up with love,
Was coming out of the kitchen.
And not to sit too long,
Waiting for a decision made to eat.
And none of us,
Who came to eat to leave...
Did a waddle from the table.
Or stretched spandex!
'Why didn't you mention,
My fried chicken? '
I didn't even get a piece, grandma!
'Next time,
Eat!
And stop running your mouth so much.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adopting a new healthier lifestyle can involve changing diet to include more fresh fruit and vegetables as well as increasing levels of exercise.
quote by Linford Christie
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As Fresh As Dawn Awakens
Today,
My eyes and mind...
Are not on mistakes I've made.
Nor are they concentrated,
On aches and pains I've had.
Or the passing of judgements of others!
Today,
As fresh as dawn awakens my sensibilities...
I reach and desire something fresh to experience.
I want to witness and participate with nature.
I want to feel assessible to anyone that approaches.
I wish to remove every restriction,
Others may around them have!
Today,
My eyes and mind...
Are not on mistakes I've made.
Nor are they concentrated,
On aches and pains I've had.
Or the passing of judgements of others!
Today,
I am going to pray and be grateful.
Today,
And everyday thereafter I am blessed to breathe,
God is going to hear me express how blessed I am.
And not a complaint will I address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Not
Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.
Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.
Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I do the cooking at home. Where we eat no more than 100 grams of meat a day and have 'tons' of fresh vegetables. I prepare the vegetables with a wide range of herbs, spices and such. We also keep on hand lots of fruit, yogurt and great breads.
quote by Graham Kerr
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Fat Status
Bring your fat status,
And sit it right here.
Let me say something to you,
And make it quite clear.
Your greasy rump bumping days are gone.
Along with your meat squeezed into latex.
The attractiveness of it has been overrated,
And too prolonged with a diet that is all wrong.
You are not alone...
With your munching on chops and chips!
You will lose a lot of it.
Especially with those jelly rolls,
Around your thighs and hips!
You are going to learn to exercise.
Every inch of your body.
Excluding your tongue and lips!
You see that refrigerator?
Padlocked and sealed.
I've cleared the cupboards clean of snacks.
No more sneaking at midnight...
To hear the creaking of cracks,
Of your poundage on the wooden floors.
You will...
From this day foreward,
Do something besides sleep, complain and eat.
We've got to budget.
And your gluttony will be addressed.
To cut our expenses,
Before we are thrown out into the streets.
No more buttered muffins,
With fried chicken wings.
To bring to bed as treats.
Or boxes of chocolates to nibble...
As you and I watch TV!
Then one day...
Maybe we can remove it from the ceiling.
And you will be able to view it...
Without all that excess,
Between your head and feet!
'Why are you so vicious? '
Vicious?
I'm trying to save myself,
From being crushed to death!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Stuff Ain't Fresh
This stuff ain't fresh.
Just restated.
Updated to give it flair.
The same minds will ignore it.
And the proof will be there.
The rhythm changes.
With the same words repeated.
The beat is felt.
With those patting their feet.
A monotony delivers,
An expectation.
Yet no one will listen...
With dulled sensations.
This stuff ain't fresh.
Just restated.
Updated to give it flair.
The same minds will ignore it.
And the proof will be there.
Unless I write something,
About a 'monkey's butt'.
Only then,
Will all eyes stare!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still Quick With Wishes
I do not desire to be an apparition,
Of a faded youth.
I do want to feel healthy...
And continue that as my pursuit.
Feeling a bit of a hypocrite...
As I smoke cigarettes.
Exercise and watch my diet.
I know it makes no sense...
To display a physical and mental confidence.
And be addicted to nicotine.
A habit seen and not hidden to be kept secret.
And in my youth,
The cherry blossoms weren't the only things,
To pop up fresh and out in Spring.
And reminscing it...
Has not done one thing to my addiction to cigarettes.
Or my interests in watching the bees,
Land to deflower and pollenate!
Without a hint of a follow up puff.
And I am still quick with wishes to do it!
Now with less vigor.
But with a lot of bluff!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Using lots of fresh foods, fruits and vegetables, helps to keep the menu buoyant - I don't know if that's the right word, but it keeps a balance of freshness and health.
quote by Sally Schneider
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Greasy Fingers You Don't Need 'Em
Would you give up your midnight snack,
Knowing you should not do that?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you give bad habits back,
If it widened you with fat?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you minimize your woes,
If you chose not to buy new clothes?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you get down on the floor,
Exercising even more?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
If you really want to feel real good,
You've gotta work your butt...
Off!
No diets you can take,
Will erase those pounds you make.
To leave,
You...
Happier each day.
And determining to stay,
That way.
Greasy fingers you don't need 'em!
Would you give up your midnight snack,
Knowing you should not do that?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you give bad habits back,
If it widened you with fat?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
If you really want to feel real good,
You've gotta work your butt...
Off!
No diets you can take,
Will erase those pounds you make.
To leave,
You...
Happier each day.
And determining to stay,
That way.
Greasy fingers you don't need 'em!
One day you'll lick,
And pay.
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you give up your midnight snack,
Knowing you should not do that?
Would you give bad habits back,
If it widened you with fat?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Ewww!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointless It Is To Back Away
When choosing allies...
One should not do it with the same caution,
As excuses and alibis are done.
Difficult it is to run away from deception,
After advocating to shun someone...
With a joining of those,
Who have also been told to oppose.
Without a making of a conscious decision,
To be prepared to receive repercussions.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
Since many choose to be on the side,
Of what is perceive to be popular and fun.
With nothing that proves a reality comes,
To anyone until it is too late.
Only to leave those with a discovery,
Popularity is seldom on the side of truth!
Especially when people are seduced,
By trickery and foolishness used to attract.
And so many people are just like that.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mirror Mirror
(bob dipiero/john jarrard/mark d. sanders)
Mirror, mirror, on my wall,
Tell me, who is the loneliest fool of all
No, wait a minute, I believe I see
The answer staring back at me
Spent most of the morning laying in bed
Lunch was a black coffee and three cigarettes
They say it will kill me, but Ive got a hunch
That this broken hearts gonna beat em to the punch
Mirror, mirror, on my wall,
Tell me, who is the loneliest fool of all
No, wait a minute, I believe I see
The answer staring back at me
Yes, Im the one who swore she would stay
Right up to the moment the u-haul drove away
She didnt leave a table; she didnt leave a chair
But she knew what she was doing when she left you hanging there
Mirror, mirror, on my wall,
Tell me, who is the loneliest fool of all
No, wait a minute, I believe I see
The answer staring back at me
No, wait a minute, I believe I see
The answer staring back at me
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Who Prepares the Marshmellows Roasted By These Nutts?
What possibly could be in the mind of someone,
Who says and does things with intent.
And not be prepared to deal with the consequences?
There are those who psychologically maim others.
And expect forgiveness with a forgetting done.
Who prepares the marshmellows roasted by these nutts?
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth...
And what goes around comes back means nothing to them.
And the older they get,
It seems the nitwit in them seeks validation!
What possibly could be in the mind of someone,
Who says and does things with intent.
And not be prepared to deal with the consequences?
Who prepares the marshmellows roasted by these nutts?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everydays The Same
It doesnt seem so long ago
That I was sitting at the edge of the desk
And now Im looking back with a smile
As I turn my back to success
And I laugh and I cry and ask myself why
Everyday they do the same
And I stop and I think for a minute each week
Do they always catch the train
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{ }
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{everday just seems the same}
It seems like only yesterday
That I was sitting at the edge of the desk
And now Im looking back with a smile
As I turn my back to success
And I laugh and I cry and ask myself why
Everyday they do the same
And I stop and I think for a minute each week
Do they always catch the train
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{ }
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{everday just seems the same}
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{ }
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{everday just seems the same}
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{ }
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{everday just seems the same}
song performed by by Housemartins
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But She Knew
But I know
she said
that you love me
and you were sitting
by the pond
you with that cheap fishing rod
which caught nothing
and she sitting there
her hands over her knees
gazing at the still surface
even if you don’t
say it often
she added
laying her chin
on her knees
her green skirt
just above her knees
and you caught
a glimpse of her thighs
where the skirt rose up
I do you love
you said
holding the rod
between hands
it’s just I don’t see the need
to keep on saying it
you added
stretching your eyes
to go as far
as they could
to get a better look
and she said
why do you come here
to fish when you catch
nothing except a cold
in the neck
and stiff joints
and do you want a smoke?
She pulled out
a pack of cigarettes
and you let a hand free
from the rod
and took one
and she put one
between her lips
and lit it with a pink
plastic lighter
then lit yours
and you both
inhaled and exhaled
the smoke rising
over the pond
seeming to sit there
in the still air
and she said
between drags
I do know you love me
I can feel it
in my bones
and in my tingling
flesh at night
as I lay abed
and you thought
of that image
knowing her mother
would be about
the house
with her stern features
and sharp tongue
and beady eyes
but the image was good
you thought
sitting there beside her
in silence
with the drifting smoke
over the pond
and her hand
touching you
and the sky
turning from
dull grey
to a soft blue.
poem by Terry Collett
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Leave That Noise On The Street
If you want your pains from you,
To go away to stay.
You've got to massage them down.
And give them attention needed.
Massage them done.
And those pains will go away.
If you've got someone who's with you,
And...
A believer!
If you've got someone who's with you,
And...
A believer!
If you've got someone who's with you,
And...
Not uptight.
If you want your pains from you,
To go away to stay...
You've got to massage them down slowly,
Everyday.
You've got to massage them down slowly...
Everyday.
You've got to massage them down slowly...
Without delay.
Muscles in your legs pain,
Everyday.
And the muscles on your back too!
Everyday.
Even the muscles in your neck pain,
Everyday.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Muscles in your legs pain,
Everyday.
And the muscles on your back too!
Everyday.
Even the muscles in your neck pain,
Everyday.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Even the muscles in your neck pain,
Everyday.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
I'll help those pains you've got with muscles,
To go away.
I want you here and near to be relaxed with me...
And leave that noise in the street,
To leave us peacefully.
I want you here and near to be relaxed with me...
And leave that noise in the street,
To leave us peacefully.
I want you here and near to be relaxed with me...
And leave that noise in the street,
To leave us peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street to leave us peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street to leave us peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street to leave us peacefully.
Just leave us, peacefully.
Just leave us, peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dear Candice,
If you can't sleep:
*
Make your bedroom more comfortable, keep it cool and quiet.
*
Get up and do something else. Then, go back to bed.
*
Drink warm milk or hot water before you go to bed.
*
Take a warm bath, read a little or listen to some quiet music in the evening.
*
Get fresh air and exercise during the day, but remember: exercise before bed can keep you awake.
*
Go to bed and get up at the same time every day.
*
Don't take naps during the day.
*
Avoid coffee, tea or soft drinks after 5 p.m.
*
Don't smoke or drink alcohol in the evening—it can keep you awake.
*
Don't eat spicy food in the evening.
If you often wake up during the night to go to the bathroom and can't get back to sleep, try not to drink very much before you go to bed.
But remember: if you need to take medication at bedtime, it is best to take pills with a full glass of water.
If you feel lonely:
You can spend time with other people by:
* Becoming a volunteer at your local school, hospital, church or community centre.
* Joining a seniors' club at your local church or community centre.
* Taking a course at your local school or community centre and learning a new activity.
You can also call and talk to a different friend or family member every day. You may want to write a short letter to a friend or family member who lives far away. Sometimes, just writing to someone can help you feel that this person is with you.
If you feel anxious, tense or worried:
* Try to relax by breathing slowly and deeply.
* Take a walk.
* Choose an activity you really enjoy doing, like listening to your favourite music, and do it.
* Tell a friend, family member or your doctor how you feel.
* Join a support group so that you can talk more about your anxious feelings.
* Take a relaxation or exercise class, like yoga, at your local school or community centre.
* Take a course and learn how to do an activity, like needlework or woodworking, at your local community or seniors' centre.
For more information, please contact:
ariel escalona, the sleep expert...(ha ha ha)
your friend,
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't cry with eyes wide open
We have seen the power of the oceans
Don't cry with eyes wide open
Our loved ones have all been stolen
Don't cry with eyes wide open
Tsunamis and earthquakes
Buildings shake
Buildings break
And you forever weep with painful heartaches
Asking silently 'Does the earth make mistakes? '
Misery and unspeakable floods
The dead lay buried in pounds of mud
And the sadness in their eyes is not odd
Is this the great power of GOD?
Or is life another big fraud?
For those who have lost it all
Don't cry with eyes wide open
It takes time to recover from a great fall
Don't cry with eyes wide open
We have seen it all before
The brutality of nature is hardcore!
As the media make tragedy a newsbreak
We sit globally in our comfort zones
Watching the people of Japan in distress
As the nuclear episode evolves into a mess
My heart aches with eyes wide awake
People are out there hungry with cold bones
Don't cry with eyes wide open
Perhaps as the earth comes to its senses
We can wrap our tragedies in past tenses
Don't cry with eyes wide open
For there is always hope
Swimming around with waves of positive motions
Copyright 2011 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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As If It Was A Crime
Your mother had given you
a few coins to buy sweets
and on the way you met Fay
and you said
do you want to come
and buy some sweets?
and she said
I haven't any money
and you said
you can share mine
if you tell me what you like
but she said
my father wouldn't like it
if I had sweets he says
they rot your teeth
but she walked to the shop with you
thinking silently to herself
and outside the shop
you said
are you sure?
she nodded and stood outside
while you went in
and bought sweets
when you came out
she was waiting there
her eyes gazing at you
her tongue running over
her lips
you showed her
what you'd bought
and her eyes widened
here take one
you said
your dad won't know
if you don't tell him
she hesitated
her fingers lingering
over the bag of sweets
but what if he sees me
or smells them
on my breath?
she said fear entering her eyes
her hands falling at her sides
you put out a hand
and touched hers
it's only a sweet
it's not as if
you're having a drag of a smoke
or sipping beer
she nodded and smiled a little
best not
she said
if he finds out
he'll get angry with me
for eating sweets and lying
and you remembered
the bruises you'd seen
on her arms and thighs
that time
and you sighed thinking
as if eating sweets
was a big deal or a crime.
poem by Terry Collett
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