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Benefactor

Touch me in those places.
An invitation you do not need.
Haven't our eyes met to express...
What it is we wish to happen next?

The flirting done when we are near...
Makes it clear,
What you keep there.
Keeps me thick and heated here.

You don't need an invitation.
You need to release your lust.
And I trust you will cherish this gift,
Given.
Since I am your benefactor.
Ready to give,
As much as you wish.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Invitation

I received your invitation;
sorry I will not be there.
After loving you for so long,
it would be too much to bear.
As the invitation slips through my fingers,
I remember how your love slipped away,
so I am sending back you invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
I don’t think you will miss me,
as he will be holding you tight.
I will only bring back bad memories
and you wouldn’t want them tonight,
so I am sending back your invitation,
the invitation for your wedding day.
For my dearest darling
it is the only and best way.

(Written in the 1960’s exact date unknown)

poem by David Harris
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Utilitarians

You mislead me into believing that I am invited to this
Wedding party, I do not demand that i be furnished a copy of the wedding invitation
With my name on it, trusting you that the invitation is true,
So when I handed my gift to the bride and the groom
their
Eyes ask for my name and well,
thank me for the gift

When the truth is you are only interested for the free
Ride that I have given
for all three of you, liars!

the bride and groom do not even know my name

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Who Lacks His Touch

She who lacks his touch
She with lack of trust
Only to remain in dust

She who wants no luck
What she would give for lust
She with lack of trust

Her eyes have bled with time
Her life not to remain in line
What she would give for lust
She who lacks his trust

Her image has began to change
Her reflection is not the same
Her grip tightens on the brush
She with lack of trust

This anger can not remain
Something has to change
She who lacks his trust
What she will do for lust

The knife once used for peeling
Now lay under her pillow
Her presence will now be felt
She who lacks his trust

The time has come
The final dance begun
She gets his final touch
What she has done for lust

poem by Morgan Bodden
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Invitation To The Blues

(roger miller)
Well I couldnt sleep last night
Just walked the floor
Dont know how Ill stand this anymore
Lonely all the time since I lost you
Received your invitation to the blues
I dont know why you cause me such pain
I just hope I just never go through this much again
Thanks for sending something I cant use
Received your invitation to the blues
You took the laughter from this world of mine
And thanks to you the sun will never shine
I walk the floor so much I wore out my shoes
I received your invitation to the blues
I dont know why you cause me such pain
I just hope I just never go through this much again
Well lonely me I dont know what to do
Received your invitation to the blues
I dont know why you cause me such pain
I just hope I never go though this much again
Thanks for sending something I cant use
Received your invitation to the blues

song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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We'll See How That Goes

Had you ever felt offended,
By receiving an invitation from an enterprise...
Who initially did not seek your presence inside.
Where others who patronize were welcomed to sit.
And the only reason you received an invitation...
Was to assist this enterprise from going out of business?
And it has been requested you assist them to avoid this?

Did you feel offended?
OR has this ever happened to you?
And when closed eyes finally open to a wider view,
Would you rather spend time with people like that?
Or where services are rendered...
And people without exception know how to exchange respect.
Especially when business and money is involved.

'So...
Are you going to accept the invitation? '

No.
But I may offer to buy their business.
We'll see how that goes!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Periphery Vision

Just out of reach,
On the periphery,
I see from the corner,
The corner of my eye,
Just out of view,
A flash of black,
A wisp smoke.
Or the touch barely felt
Of cold fingers lightly landing
To freeze my shoulder,
Yet when I look not there.
A whisper barely heard
Calls my name gently.
Is this stalker death
Keeping his prey in sight?
Invisible but ever present.
Ready to present an invitation.
An invitation to the dance,
The dance of death.
We know those steps,
Though intricate,
Know without rehearsal.
Born with the knowledge,
To have to acknowledge,
Our mortality.
And waiting,
Just on the periphery,
Death.

Copyright P H Brookes 2012

poem by Paul Brookes
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Appearance

A demon visited Martin Luther
without invitation
and he threw an inkpot
to make it disappear
and God’s blood, the wine
expelled it to where the sun doesn’t shine.

A demon visited me
without invitation
with murderous eyes glowing red
and it wasn’t beautiful
but a monster, black, full of venom
but God’s name, made it pine away
and that demon was uninvited.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Perhaps That Is Why They Are 'Your' Friends

'My friends were very upset,
That at the last minute...
You chose not to accept their invitation.'

Well...
Relay this to your friends,
If they anticipated my appearance...
From an invitation I did not directly from them get,
Perhaps next time they will contact me personally...
Since they have my telephone number and my address.

'I had not thought about that.
That is disrespectful.'

Don't worry about it.
Perhaps that is why they are 'your' friends,
And not mine.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Repairing What Needed To Be Fixed

When something clearly ends...
There is no need to try to revive it.
That action should have taken place...
Long before an ending,
Had an invitation to be faced.

Warnings are given.
And with them come denial.
Instead of repairing what needed to be fixed...
A relationship is put on a mental trial.
There is no need for this...
If reality is at risk.

When something clearly ends...
There is no need to try to revive it.
That action should have taken place...
Long before an ending,
Had an invitation to be faced.

Many choose to sit in a hesitation waiting,
In a stubbornness debating.
Instead of making a choice to resist this...
As a repairing what needed to be fixed,
Is nixed!
And an invitation to end nonsense...
Is accepted without contemplating it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Speculation

There's been some speculation about a recent invitation
There's been some speculation about a recent invitation
What's your game?
What's his name?

Is it your inclination to accept this invitation?
Is it your inclination to accept this invitation?
What's your game?

Going away with someone new
Yesterday I went there too
Going away with someone new
Yesterday I went there too

There's been some speculation about a recent invitation
There's been some speculation about a recent invitation
What's your game?
What's his name?

Is it your inclination to accept this invitation?
Is it your inclination to accept this invitation?
What's your game?

Going away with someone new
Yesterday I went there too
Going away with someone new
Yesterday I went there too

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys from Disco 2
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My Benefactor of Love

You just gotta know,
You're the benefactor of love.
You just gotta believe,
You're the benefactor of love.
If you do not see it...
Or make its presence known,
It might just up and leave.
You're the benefactor of love.

If you do not know it...
You're the benefactor of love.
If you don't believe...
You're the benefactor of love.
Just as a consequence,
It might just straddle a fence.
To never, ever please.
Blindly!

You just gotta know,
You're the benefactor of love.
You just gotta believe,
You're the benefactor of love.
If you do not see it...
Or make its presence known,
It might just up and leave.
Misery.

Why can't you be my...
Benefactor of love.
Why can't you be,
My benefactor of love.

Why can't you be my...
Benefactor of love.
Why can't you be,
My benefactor of love.

Just as a consequence,
It might just straddle a fence.
To never, ever please.

Be my benefactor of love.

Why can't you be my...
Benefactor of love.
Why can't you be,
My benefactor of love.

Just as a consequence,
It might just straddle a fence.
To never, ever please.
My benefactor of love.

O oh, yeah!
Be my benefactor of love.
O oh, yeah! O
My benefactor of love.
O oh, yeah!
Be my benefactor of love.
O oh, yeah! O
My benefactor of love.

Oooohhh yeaheeee.
My benefactor of love.
O oh, yeah! O
My benefactor of love.
Oooohhh yeaheeee.
My benefactor of love.
O oh, yeah! O
My benefactor of love.

Ooow.
My benefactor of love.

Ooow.
My benefactor of love.

Oooweee.
My benefactor of love.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Money

Make your mind up
Whos going to think for you?
When the time comes
Youll have to see it through
Use your instinct
And take a risk or two
Dont you worry
cause youll know what to do
You can give so
Much to me
But I dont want it
I will be free
For the last time
Im going out the door
You dont need me
To help you anymore
Eyes wide open
I see its different now
Keep your comfort
Ill get along somehow
You can have my money
I dont need it anymore
I dont need your invitation
Down that lonesome corridor
Breakdown
You can have my money
I dont need it anymore
I dont need your invitation
Down that lonesome corridor
Nothing good comes easily
Count the cost, I will be free
You can scream and disagree
I dont want it - I will be free
You can have my money
I dont need it anymore
I dont need your invitation
Down that lonesome corridor
Nothing good comes easily
Count the cost, I will be free
You can scream and disagree
I dont want it - I will be free

song performed by by Human League
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Devil Will Ride

Guess its bye-bye, baby bye-bye
Guess its bye-bye, baby bye-bye
If you will, devil may ride
Invitation makes you feel fly
If you will, devil may ride
Well, the invitation makes you feel fly
If you will, devil will ride
Well, the invitation makes you feel fly
Did you ever even try
When the inspirations set to run dry?
Well, everybody wants a good time
Yeah, and everybody wants a good time
Its a goodbye
World going mad out there
Throw away all of your treasured possessions
cause even the royal mail
Cant deliver us from what weve got into
Guess its bye-bye, baby bye-bye
Guess its bye-bye, baby bye-bye
You know it
Oh, so good I could just live for this lie
Oh, cause everybody wants to get by
Its too easy to like this living
Been taking it easy again
Its too easy to like this living
If you will, the devil will ride
But the invitation makes you feel fly
Did you ever even try
When the inspirations set to run dry?
Did you ever even writhe
When the conversation turned to a guy?
And everybody wants a good time
Yeah, and everybody wants a good time
Its a goodbye
World going mad out there
Throw away all of your treasured possessions
Not even the royal mail
Can deliver us from what weve got into
Guess its bye-bye, baby bye-bye
Guess its bye-bye, baby bye-bye
Devil will ride
If you will, devil will ride
If you will, devil will ride
If you will, devil will ride
(repeat to end)

song performed by by Gomez
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About Me

this is all about me
my name is Handa Awit
it means Ready Sing
it is a request
but it can be a command
for people to sing
for us
for everyone to stop talking
and sing
there is something in the song
that makes us joyous
even in grief the song will always
be uplifting
a song of love
a praise for God
a song for unity
a song for liberty

my hair is black and long
and is blown by the winds of change
it is only one of my eyes that see
for one is closed in
a dream
my thick lips open for this song
of freedom
not from the bondage of war
for there is none
but from the bondage of our
worries
away from the land of depression
the cities of noise
the bumpy roads of our
differences
i am brown like the earth
i am the shade of the west and the east
my name is an invitation
for us to sing
a song of love
of freedom of harmony

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beautiful end

It was all not for me for free
There was hidden cause for me
I had very trimmed and attractive body
It might have drawn anybody

I gently made entry in club
All eyes were upon me as if trying to rub
It as not unknown to me but a fact
I was damn lucky to know and act

“Hello, I am here, how are you”?
I just roamed eyes and looked through
It was not all that sincere invitation
But of course an open offer for relation

“You can be my life or possibly a partner”
Even though I am new to this and beginner
Can that become reality very soon?
I replied that it can be done even this noon

He was damn happy and expressed gratitude
I like his behavior and attitude
It was open invitation and offer
I had no reason to go against and differ

I do not which way the ship may turn around
I have tried and very lately found
He may prove sometimes a reliable friend
The search has come to now at beautiful end

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Noticed Without Mistake

When a headache begins,
And it is noticed...
Without mistake,
With a pinpointing to the origin.

Know now you do what and who,
Initiated that headache.
With an acknowledgement discovered,
You can refuse the invitation for your own sake.

And closer too are those steps you make...
To identifying the life you wish.
And that which to dismiss,
From your happiness kept to keep as is.

There is nothing like stopping,
A whine that begins...
On time you once gave,
You no longer give.

Know now you do what and who,
Initiated that headache.
With an acknowledgement discovered,
You can refuse the invitation for your own sake.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Knew That! That's Why You Accepted My Invitation

I am so glad I was able to accept your invitation,
To join you this evening to eat.
And I am famished too!

'Oh,
That makes me so glad to hear.
We might as well get started.
Excuse me for a moment.'

Take your time.
I love your home.
It's...
Expressive.

'I've never heard it termed that way.
But...
Thank you.
Begin anytime you wish.
I have tons of it.'

This?
This is nothing but a bunch of...

'I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
In my excitement,
I've served to you first the dessert.'

Dessert?
What?
I had expected...

'Don't say another word.
My bad!
Here...
It's now autographed.
You don't have to start with that book.
I do have other writings.'

Where is the food?

'I'm feeding that to you now.
I think we have a misunderstanding.
I thought you said you couldn't wait to feed,
On what I had to offer you to eat.
Don't you wish to be nourished by my wisdom?
That's what I am serving you to eat!
Me, my thoughts, my intelligence.'

Uh...
You don't have too many friends, .
Do you?

'There you go again.
Trying to read my mind.
Probe into my head.
You knew that.
That's why you accepted my invitation! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Royal place

Painted fresh
Red and white
With even little squares
To Give a rich look

The look of royality
A table cloth
Laid out for a Queen.
Evenly placed on the ground..
A royal place
A splended place
For my knee to rest
Am I worthy
Comming before the Queen.
There on the cloth
Its settings
The plate
The cup
The numbers were in two
Off to the side a deep green
Bottle of wine

My Invitation
But my knee is resting on the ground
Her hand extended toward me
Beckoning my kiss
My lips caress her wrist.
Her invitation
Is to dine with royality.

poem by Howard Johnson
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Unconditional Love

You could give me diamonds
You could give me pearls
Give me all the fast cars
In the world
But there is only one thing
And it's bigger than the sea
The only thing that matters
Is what you've given me

And I say

When I see the bright lights in your eyes
Feel like a bird that's just learned to fly
From now until the end of time
I'm glad you came into my life
My gift sent from above
Unconditional love

You take me as I am
Not who I'm dressed up to be
Looking at you tells me
The best things in life are free
You're the blessing that I treasure
With heart so true
No one ever touched me
The way that you do

And I say

When I see the bright lights in your eyes
Feel like a bird that's just learned to fly
From now until the end of time
I'm glad you came into my life
My gift sent from above
Unconditional love

With your innocence you opened up my heart
I knew that I would love you right from the very start
You turned my life around showed me a better way
Thoughts of you will always make me have a brighter day
When I'm by your side it helps to see me through
Can't express all the happiness when I'm with you
A gift from up above the one I'm dreaming of
I'll always cherish you my unconditional love

When I see the bright lights in your eyes
Feel like a bird that's just learned to fly
From now until the end of time
I'm glad you came into my life (I'm glad you came into my life)
My gift sent from above
Unconditional love

Gift sent from above
Unconditional love
Gift sent from above
Unconditional love

My unconditional love

song performed by by Victoria Beckham from Victoria Beckham
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Third Party Invitations

When I am not in the mood,
To accept third party invitations...
In is with the same respect I am shown.

If one wants my presence in their home,
There is a correct way to go about doing it.
IF that invitation is sincere.
And this I have learned through experience.
I just don't show up to make appearances.

Especially if the offerings have been rationed.
Regardless if a dish,
I am 'told'...
Is the request the guests should bring,
By the entertaining host.

The last time I accepted,
A third party invitation...
I ended up bringing what I bought,
Back with me to my own home.
An expense I could have saved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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