Delicatessen
Stalked by fear and unlimited ambition,
Is too lethal of a foreplay extended...
To expect sheer excitement meant.
There has to be an intention.
Something that isolates and propells one to deliver.
Maybe some of this chat is more than delicatessen.
Many enjoy sharing their brave conquests over lunch.
As they mark down time...
And their lives,
Planning to fulfill wishes.
Once they are eligible...
To retire!
Like prepared meats!
Packaged and ready to be served,
At the right time
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is This That I Do?
What is this that I do?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this that I do?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is it?
And what is this?
What is this that I do?
Am I trying to be analytic.
What is this that I do?
Everyday and with commitment too!
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Write and type for my own excitement?
What is this that I do?
To do it for a 'whom' to prove?
What is this that I do?
And what intention is this meant?
Am I doing this to make some sense?
What is this that I do?
For who?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
Am I doing it for comprehension?
What is this that I do?
Am I doing it to understand?
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this to blow a mind?
And finding that I'm blowing mine.
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this because I can?
What is this that I do?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this that I do?
Tell me,
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this because I can?
What is this that I do?
What is this?
And what is it?
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this because I can?
What is this that I do?
Am I doing this because I can?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fears of a teenage mafioso
Fear of love,
Fear of pain,
Fear of the unforgiving cane,
Fear of lies,
Fear of sighs,
Fear of those distraught eyes,
Fear for the unknown,
Fear for the known,
Fear of everything combined,
Fear is what makes me blind,
Fear is what makes me think,
and act in blind accordance,
Hindering the world around me,
Hence, My Fear of myself
Fear is when you run away,
Fear is when you’re scared to love someone,
Fear is when the sky turns grey,
Fear of confusion,
Fear is like a dark blue ocean,
Fear won’t let me escape
Fear mocks me, watching
Fear taunts me, waiting
Fear of losing,
Fear you cannot see,
Fear dealt upon thee.
Fear of darkness and death,
Fear of a dead comrade,
Fear of a gun being cocked,
Fear of being endlessly stalked,
Fear of time,
Fear of all the crime,
Fear of the undesirable truth,
Fear for the good.
Fear for the sake of life,
Fear of the neighbors next door,
Fear of the secretive man in the subway,
Fear of the revolutionary uproar,
Fear is to not rejoice your living,
Fear for the sake of your life,
But to fear is to forsake it.
Fear is to have no hope in life,
Fear of the fear of fear,
We need no reason to fear,
For fear has no reason for itself.
I guess life is just like that,
To fear for no reason,
For to fear is not to reason,
But to reason is to fear.
To fear for the sake of fear,
Is fear for fear,
So let me think,
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
poem by David daveres
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Giving You The Best Effect
...and if it wasn't me,
Then who would it be?
To...
Deliver what you expect.
And...
Giving you the best effect.
...and if it wasn't me,
Then who would it be?
To...
Deliver what you expect.
And...
Better than you ever can get from the rest.
Better than you ever can get!
Better than you ever can get from the rest.
Better than you ever can get!
My time is...
Better than you ever can get from the rest.
Better than you ever can get!
With you I'm...
Better than you ever can get from the rest.
Better than you ever can get!
My love is...
Better than you ever can get from the rest.
Better than you ever can get!
...and if it wasn't me,
Then who would it be?
To...
Deliver what you expect.
And...
Giving you the best effect,
Yet!
And seeing in your eyes it confessed.
Yes!
And seeing in your eyes it confessed,
That...
I've given you the best effect,
Yet! And...
This you can always expect to get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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Deliver Me
Deliver me from darkness.
Deliver me from pain.
Deliver me from loneliness
and let love remain.
Deliver me from blindness.
Deliver me from chains.
Deliver me from unhappiness
and let drops of rain
Shower me with acceptance,
Shower me with song,
Shower me with goodness.
Deliver me from wrong.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Deliver Me
deliver me...
from the fury, the noise,
and the roar of the wheel...
deliver me...
from my own insecurities,
my unconscious greed,
and my self driven fears.
deliver me...
from my conceptual understanding,
my limited knowledge,
and my worship of knowledge.
deliver me...
from all anger and hatred
in whatever disguise...
deliver me...
from being driven by
mouth and stomach unchecked,
from what i think i need.
deliver me..
from my countless mistakes,
and the excuses i make!
deliver me...
from any kind of pride
that closes the open hand!
deliver me...
from any sense of self
that would seperate and divide.
deliver me...
from laziness and tiredness,
from bitterness and lonliness.
deliver me...
from all forms of apathy,
and the want to possess...
deliver me...
and bring me to realize myself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Intimate Since We Met
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And intimate since we met.
A magnetic attraction we cemented.
First with our eyes,
Then to our surprise we kissed.
Feeling that tingle between us,
With a need to be together...
To explore more of it!
And we have been intimate,
Since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it!
To experience this without regret.
So blessed we are,
To share this added spice.
That increases in our happiness,
Each of us knew.
But did not expect...
Could reach and climb to further heights.
None that we dreamed of.
Or planned to invite.
Intimate since we met.
With no mention of it intended.
And feeling free not to defend it,
To experience this without regret.
It was as if this was meant to be.
A meeting of coincidence...
That began for us so innocent.
And did not expect...
When we met,
Could reach and climb to further heights.
Further with no intention...
To be this intimate,
Like this intimacy we have is meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect
If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return
Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave
poem by David Harris
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You always have to realize that the story needs to make sense to the 11-year-olds who read the book and aren’t necessarily going to be viewing a scene as foreplay. . . and it’s pretty deep, heady foreplay.
Kristen Stewart in Interview Magazine
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Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler
Yes...
I love the foreplay.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
WHEN STRIPPED TO NAKEDNESS.
Yes...
I do!
'And I gather you are a screamer too? '
Aux contrare, mon ami.
Tu et moi...
Moan!
Laissez les bon temps rouler.
C'est si bon!
N'est pas? Oui.
'I get the 'we' bit.
But I'm not so sure about the nest,
Pa!
Yours or mine? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'll Do My Best To Deliver
Ask me for what you want.
Just ask me,
Ask me.
And make it anything,
You need...
From me.
Ask me for what you want.
Ask me for what you need,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
Ask me for what you want.
Just ask me.
Ask me.
Ask me for anything,
And I will fullfill...
That need.
Ask me for what you want.
Ask me for what you need,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
Oh ask me for what you want.
Ask me for what you need,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I will do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I will do my best to deliver.
Just ask me for what you want.
Just ask me for what you need,
And I will do my best to deliver.
Come thunderstorms, rain or shine...
That pressure you have will be taken right off your mind.
I will do my best to deliver.
Just ask me...
Ask me,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
Come thunderstorms, rain or shine.
That pressure you have will be taken right off your mind.
And I will do my best to deliver.
Just ask me...
Ask me,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Just ask me...
Ask me,
And I will do my best to deliver.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear
Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Fear of not falling asleep.
Fear of the past rising up.
Fear of the present taking flight.
Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night.
Fear of electrical storms.
Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek!
Fear of dogs I've been told won't bite.
Fear of anxiety!
Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend.
Fear of running out of money.
Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this.
Fear of psychological profiles.
Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else.
Fear of my children's handwriting on envelopes.
Fear they'll die before I do, and I'll feel guilty.
Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine.
Fear of confusion.
Fear this day will end on an unhappy note.
Fear of waking up to find you gone.
Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough.
Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love.
Fear of death.
Fear of living too long.
Fear of death.
I've said that.
poem by Raymond Clevie Carver
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No More Of That Will I Do
When I speak,
I expect you to listen.
And that courtesy,
Is extended from me.
We would then begin,
To develop an understanding.
Respect for one another...
Should then flourish and grow.
But...
You do not listen.
Prepared you are to debate.
And that is why,
You have no comprehension today.
And you expect me to wait,
For you to excuse yourself...
With explanations.
I did that and no more of 'that' will I do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Any Language You Would Like It Received
What did you expect to get from me?
Visions of raInbows and lollipops?
Hmmm?
You have effectively lived the life,
Of greed and deceit...
Long passed its deadline.
My hand is not extended to shake yours.
My services require cash!
And more than deserving of it,
I am.
You can no longer squeeze sweet tasting juices,
With delayed promises to pay...
On the 'appearance' of your good credit.
Or delusions of once having it.
And you don't get it!
With or without your bragging...
Your signature here means nothing.
And...
To ease your concerns,
There are interpreters here...
To deliver that message in any language,
You would like it received.
That's how accomodating I have learned to be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unmistakably Awake
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
And if one decides not to forgive,
With a memory not to forget.
The misdeed received was not thought of as a gift.
And forgiving actions to forget like this,
Invites a re-occurrence.
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
Deceivers believe their misdeeds can be repeated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Good As New
Ill never know why I had to go
Why I had to put up such a lousy rotten show
Boy, I was tough, packing all my stuff
Saying I dont need you anymore, Ive had enough
And now, look at me standing here again cause I found out that
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma my life is here
Gotta have you near
As good as new, my love for you
And keeping it that way is my intention
As good as new and growing too
Yes, I think its taking on a new dimension
Its as good as new, my love for you
Just like it used to be and even better
As good as new, thank God its true
Darling, we were always meant to stay together
Feel like a creep, never felt so cheap
Never had a notion that my love could be so deep
How could I make such a dumb mistake
Now I know Im not entitled to another break
But please, baby, I beg you to forgive cause I found out that
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma my life is here
Gotta get you near
As good as new, my love for you
And keeping it that way is my intention
As good as new and growing too
Yes, I think its taking on a new dimension
Its as good as new, my love for you
Just like it used to be and even better
As good as new, thank God its true
Darling, we were always meant to stay together
I thought that our love was at an end but here I am again
As good as new, my love for you
And keeping it that way is my intention
As good as new and growing too
Yes, I think its taking on a new dimension
Its as good as new, my love for you
Just like it used to be and even better
As good as new, thank God its true
Darling, we were always meant to stay together
Yes the love I have for you feels as good as new
Darling, we were always meant to stay together
song performed by by ABBA
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I'll Make This Mine
Am I to blame for your shame?
Should I hold my tongue because I'm young?
Or will you let me say my piece
Or give my opinion at least
Don't look down at me because of youth
You just refuse to believe a new truth
But I tell you now, success is born from ideas
So how do you expect me to succeed if all you teach is fear?
Fear of myself, fear of being strange and new
Just tell me how am I meant to be me, if all I am is you?
No to this and yes to that, rules that make you just another tool
Do I truly look like a gullible fool?
This is my time to rise and shine
And I shall make this little piece of the world mine!
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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If It Is Not of Mutual Benefit
It has been explored.
Loving what I do and sharing.
And I have been abhorred,
By those who believed...
Sleep walking through my life,
Was perfectly alright.
On 'my' time.
As if a mission of doing me a favor,
Has been a charity completed...
To leave another pleased.
I had to make it clear to many...
I am more than a surface animation.
To be serious with life is not an ambition.
It is what I live this life appreciated and given.
And if it is not liked how I handle my life...
There is no need to be involved in it with pretense.
I do what I do with an intention meant.
I am not seeking anyone to 'accomodate' my desires.
If it is not of mutual benefit,
What is the point of being around folks like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Fear Of Fear
Fear is not what I am afraid of.
True, it is a frightful thing to fear;
But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming
Especially when its form becomes sheer
Fear is like losing a tree of shade on a bristling day
Or losing your breath when you fall below the sea;
I fear this fear of fearing these fears
And it is this fear that is part and parcel of me.
Fear is like loving without being loved back,
Fear is like leaving without being left;
And the fear of loving and leaving and being loved and being left
Is opposed by the fear of not fearing anything
And being an empty vase, noisy and bereft
I fear not death nor do I fear life,
But I fear the fear of both as my peers;
If I could release one fear from my fears
It would be the fear of fearing these fears.
poem by Samah Khan
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