Delicious And Original Prepared Confections
Although the door,
To this one particular store...
Remains open.
As competitors offer cheap treats...
Just to experience a fleeting popularity.
Hoping this will disturb by getting a re-action...
From the one who is accustomed,
To always whipping up delicious and original...
Prepared confections to inspect,
For anyone to compare and at any time...
With attempts to duplicate, rate or try to steal.
Addictions once uncovered and seeks,
Are difficult to keep from another wishing for that fix...
Smothered temporarily by cloaked coatings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Will You Get Out of My Kitchen
I have an abundance of what it is I've got.
Although you may not find this a benefit to your needs?
That depends to which end of your body...
What I offer feeds!
Your mind.
Your body.
And/or your soul.
And if it is not to your liking...
You have a choice to do as I do with it!
Taste it to see how it digests.
And if anything upsets...
Ignore it the next time!
But I am hoping the aroma teases.
However...
I'm still going to find a way,
For you to nibble on 'something'.
Since my attempts are only to please you.
Why do you think I would go through this...
And warn you I am after your taste buds!
With hopes even a whiff of it,
You can not resist!
'What on Earth are you whipping up now?
It smells good.
What is it? '
Will you get out of my kitchen!
I throw away much more than I present.
And 'if' I don't like it...
First!
What makes you think,
I would serve it to you?
To hunger with a thirst!
It is difficult to make 'everything' delicious.
Now beat it until I put all the ingredients together.
To watch you gobble this up and eat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to climb another mountain
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to swim across the ocean
Are you ready?
Be prepared
To fill you plate
Be prepared
Dont hesitate
Be prepared
For a great big bust
Be prepared
To do what you must
Be prepared
To take a hit
Be prepared
To go for it
Be prepared
For a sneak attack
Be prepared
Just dont look back
They say, where theres a will theres a way
Weve heard, these are the things that they say
So.
Reach out for that big fat star
Stick to the groove
And go real far
Outrun the ones who steal the abar (? ? )
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to blast into the future
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to rearrange the picture
Are you ready?
song performed by by Devo
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Wishing
(holly / montgomery)
Wishing, dreaming, wishing.
Wishing that I could see you every day.
Wishing that I could steal your heart away.
Dreaming of the time I could hold you tight.
Wishing that the time would come tonight.
Ive been hoping all along
Things would turn out right.
If I could find a wishing star,
Then I would spend the night.
Wishing that I could see you every day.
Wishing that I could steal your heart away.
Then I could spend the night.
Verse 1
Wishing, dreaming,
Wishing, dreaming,
Wishing, dreaming,
Wishing, dreaming
song performed by by Hollies
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Whippin'
Don't need a helmet got a hard hard head
Don't need a raincoat I'm already wet
Don't need a bandage there's too much...blood...
After a while seems to roll right off...hmm...
Whipping ah...they're whipping ah...
...they're whipping ah...they're whipping...
Don't need a hand there's always arms attached
Oh don't get behind I can't fall back
Why must we trust all these rusted rails?
They don't want no change, we already have
They're whipping, ah...they're whipping, ah...
...they're whipping, ah...they're whipping...
Don't mean to push, but I'm being shoved!
Ohh, I'm just like you, think we've had enough
I can't believe a thing they want us to...oh...
Oh, we all got scars, they should have 'em too...
Oh, they're whipping, ah...they're whipping, ah...
...they're whipping, ah...they're whipping...
They're whipping, ah...they're whipping, ah...
...they're whipping...yeah...they're whipping
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Too Cheap And Cheesy
I am not a garbage creator.
But I do understand,
Those who have a taste for it
May rate it as great.
To satisfy that taste.
And I am far too original
To substitute what I do,
Just to get a cheap nibble or two.
I offer more to the menu,
From which to choose.
But just to throw together garbage
Is not what I choose to do.
That's too cheap and cheesy.
I am a chef.
Not just another cook on the pursuit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not easy to distinguish
Not easy to distinguish
Original and duplicate.
Who is coming and who is going
Difficult to say in open field.
The sun is neither rising
Nor setting you know I know
East west has no meaning.
Just show placard and leave
Leaving is not correct
Nobody can say wrong.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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In Need of a Smothered Cuddle
You seek to establish a shoulder free to weep on.
And those traps may offer comfort to some.
But those accustomed to running...
Are not the bleeders on the sleeve type.
Prepared they are to stumble.
And not afraid to live life without a safety net.
My guess would be you'd feel threatened,
By the expression of weakness...
You perceive is in need of a smothered cuddle.
One that is kept discreet in secret addiction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularity
Popularity is great...
For those on missions to seek it.
For those conditioned to live to be liked,
Inspite of how one inside truthfully feels.
For those running for an office,
With blemishes and flaws...
They will not escape a scrutiny,
Until they are left wishing...
They did not do this!
There are those who use looks,
To flaunt about.
Hoping this attention...
Separates them and stands them out!
And then there are those,
Who do not seek popularity at all.
It is just something about what they do...
That make some folks believe,
They are seeking ahs and ooo's.
While the opposite of that,
Is where their minds are at.
And this is true.
If you asked those who are more popular,
Than me and you.
And I wish I had time to do that.
Signing autographs prevents that task.
And the paparazzi stays on my path.
And all I'm wishing for on days like this...
Is just some privacy,
While I eat my tuna sandwich!
Oooohhh...
The anguish one suffers,
When something done meets approval...
That separates them from so many others!
'hehe...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nibbles Abandoned On Picked Over Plates
Do people honestly care who initiated their ability,
To continue eating at a feast?
Since some who have come to munch,
Have desires to have their selections chosen...
By placing them out in front,
To 'try' to duplicate what others obviously appreciate.
The only time people express concern,
Is when it is believed...
Fewer people are eating up all the selected treats.
And it is assumed one chef has been favored...
Because it seems as if this one chef,
Has secret recipes that teases a choice for many to eat.
And it is suspected there is a cheating...
To make those unbeatable delicious treats,
The ones preferred by those who eat them.
No matter what the grade of taste the others are given.
Or the nibbles abandoned on picked over plates,
Given undeserved ratings for being great although mediocre.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularity
I always say what I have to say
In a simple or paradox way...
I don't care about popularity or rate,
I say from my heart, what I have to say, anyway...
Some things are simple, some are complex,
But they are told, nevertheless...
Who care about his or her rate,
When your poem was really read....
Keep doing what your really doing, dear poet
The world is still there and really matters
True feelings are not easy to come by
To those creeps, say goodbye...
Your true feelings will always surface,
They are funny people who have not face,
Reality is only one for all
Now, you can see, popularity or rate,
Do not matter at all....
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Popularity and Truth
Do you honestly believe,
A truth is spoken to obtain one popularity?
Has grandma ever baked a cake you ate,
To exclaim it delicious...
But thought to hate it later,
Because the taste of it was that good?
And admitting to wanting another slice,
Was too embarrassing to say...
In the presence of others,
Who disliked grandma's directness.
And how that directness was displayed.
Popularity and truth,
Do not normally become a mixture...
One anticipates from a craving to satisfy.
These days people are afraid,
To approach a kitchen or know how hot,
An over can get to experience a staying away from it.
Popularity accompanied by truth,
Rarely gets any votes as a choice people prefer...
With thunderous applause and a cheering heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Determined He Is to Lift Them
He has been selected.
He is the choice,
To remove the use
Of special effects...
From their deluded lives.
And the task will be great...
Since the clean up will be monumental.
He is up for the challenge.
Generations addicted,
Are preparing for their withdrawal from illusion.
It will be a sacrifice,
Unlike any they have known!
He has been selected...
To jolt them into reality!
They had never traveled there before he came.
And all are not aware,
This change he claims he comes to share...
Will not be painless.
It wont be!
Withdrawal from a drug...
Is a most unpleasant, excruciating experience.
How this will be endured...
Depends on his charisma.
And which antidote he has created to infuse,
To rid those who still beg for one more taste...
Of an accustomed assortment of fantasies!
At whims they were quick to intake.
They do not realize it!
He is going to be strict,
And determined he is to lift them...
From the bowels of anger and deception.
Deployed by racists tactics.
And those addictions are difficult to shed.
But the recovery has promise.
Those longing to remain conscious,
Are hopeful for the times ahead.
Understanding his words and everything he says.
And this as he envisions it...
Has never happened quite like this before!
This is a different door,
No one had the guts to open!
To bring a mindset to embrace a new shore.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Our Lives
If we all just sat and wished,
For everything we believed missed
In our lives.
Much of our lives would be dismissed.
Without realizing...
So much of the experience of it,
Has been spent wishing.
With little of it adventured.
And hoping for more time,
To waste in waiting.
As a hesitation in procrastination,
Is granted a freedom we allow and protect...
With the very best of our excuses.
In our lives...
We thrive on comparisons to survive.
To be munched,
Like a bunch of clustered nuts!
Dipped.
And surrounded by delicious chocolate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Know Where You Are Going To
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know?
Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies that filled our minds
You knew i loved you, but my spirit was free
Laughing at the question that you once ask me
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? do you know?
Now, looking back in all we pass
We've let so many dreams just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long before we see
How sad the answers to those questions can be?
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for? do you know?
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Ennui (whatever)
there are four corners of this room
(as usual, us usual,
we are here again, both
on a togetherness
since the early days of our
union)
i want to go away, remember the flight
of the little bird, away from its mother's nest?
but i can't, your tears are holding me
like a mother,
and so how can a son get away?
how can a lover go away and be stripped
from its beloved?
the vinyl floors are dusty
the curtains unwashed for weeks
the door creaks like a man complaining
for its usual work
to close and open
to open and close
the door has always been closed in here
there is no exit
but i shall not scream, that is too much for this
harrowing experience
there is no tv, no ref, just the sound of an AM/FM radio
that i bought from a cheap department store
i hold your hands
that is enough for me now.
i stare at the ceiling, and then i get so weary and i close my eyes
asking shelter
in the colored world of dreams.
are you happy now?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do You Know Where You're Going
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to?
Do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know?
Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies that filled our minds
You knew how I loved you, but my spirit was free
Laughing at the questions that you once asked of me
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to?
Do you know?
Now looking back at all we've had
We let so many dreams just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long before we see
How sad the answers to those questions can be?
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to?
Do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know?
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Not Delusioned By a Truth of Observation
Folks who have become accustomed,
To practicing their own genocide...
Are only prepared for their instant removal.
And they are not about to abandon,
Their addictions...
That are religiously fragmented,
In the hopes of a hereafter.
They have been clinically and hopelessly,
'Disneyized'.
And the only thing I can extend,
To that kind of mindset...
Is my best wishes.
That's it.
Nothing more!
Not another moment of my time do I give,
To nonsense.
I am not delusioned by a truth of observation.
Nor the devastation of ignorance.
Which is fixed and permanently prominent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Theme From Mahogany
(m. masser/g. goffin)
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to?
Do you know...?
Do you get
What you're hoping for
When you look behind you
There's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know...?
Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies
That filled our minds
You knew how i loved you
But my spirit was free
Laughin' at the questions
That you once asked of me
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to?
Do you know...?
Now looking back at all we've planned
We let so many dreams
Just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long
Before we'll see
How sad the answers
To those questions can be
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to?
Do you know...?
Do you get
What you're hoping for
When you look behind you
There's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know...?
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Originally Yours
challenged to be
original
i quit. i am not
original i am a xerox
copy of
another mind
i am a duplicate
of another carbon
copy
i am an imprint
of another zealousness
i use other people's words
i listen to
every syllable
and they all stay
inside my heart
like decanted
mass from acetic acid
from coconut
wine.
i am not original
i look at myself
in the mirror
i am not original
but i put on a smile
i am too
one kind of
a handsome
copycat.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Theme From Mahogany (Do You Know Where You're Going To)
Do you know where your going to
Do you like the things that live's been showing you
Where are you going to
Do you know
Do you gain what you're hoping for
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for
Do you know
Once we where standing still in time
Chassing the fantasy's that fild our mind
You knew how I loved you but my spirit was free
Laughing at the questions that you once asked of me
Do you know where your going to
Do you like the things that live's been showing you
Where are you going to
Do you know
Now lookin' back on all we planned
We let so many dreams just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long before we see
How sad the answers to our those questions can be
Do you know where your going to
Do you like the things that live's been showing you
Where are you going to
Do you know
Do you gain what you're hoping for
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for
Do you know
DO YOU KNOW
song performed by by Jennifer Lopez
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