Dispensed
They have been feasting with a feeding.
Even at the expense,
Of watching their own young...
Being eaten as if dispensed.
Just to keep themselves 'elite'.
'Can't they see,
The future ahead from them...
They themselves delete? '
They believe that this feasting done,
Will keep them at the peak.
'Without an eating of all that is done...
What they believe,
Is an impossibility.'
They believe that this feasting done,
Will keep them at the peak.
They have been feasting with a feeding.
Even at the expense,
Of watching their own young...
Being eaten as if dispensed.
Just to keep themselves 'elite'.
'Can't they see,
The future ahead from them...
They themselves delete?
And...
Without an eating of all that is done...
What they believe,
Is an impossibility.'
'Blinded are the greedy.
And this they can not see.
When they are finished with their eating...
They will turn eventually to rust..
And all that is left,
Will crumble like dust!
After the rusting with the dusting,
Will swallow them all up.
With no repeating of a feasting,
For them ever again to be known.
Even if eyes,
Knowing what was...
Will again be known.'
They have been feasting with a feeding.
Even at the expense,
Of watching their own young...
Being eaten as if dispensed.
Just to keep themselves 'elite'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace Meal
Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!
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Peace Meal
Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!
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Feasting
Feasting, ate, tea, gains, if, sin, it, is, as, at, sting, tin, ten, nets, sing;
And like the cracking of horns under a pot!
Feasting, east, in, fins, gin, seat, eat, tins, saint, stain, faint, eat, neat;
But listen to the muse of love when it touches you,
For i am like the voice of a lover calling you!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Expected To Deliver
The creating of feeding greed,
Has slowly become the focus...
Of everyone's priority.
And those who have been teased,
With the getting of entitlements...
Are addicted to the taste of it.
And those they select to then elect,
to represent their interests...
Are expected to deliver.
Regardless if the feasting,
Has little to nothing left.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vultures Who Dress to Impress
Who or what else is next for you to address,
To again blame for a mess.
Deep rooted in unadmitted insecurities.
Finger pointing and mouth pouting done.
'Yourself' the main one...
Dismissed from failures created.
Enemies easy to once select and pick,
Aren't so abundant or quick to solicit.
Those 'Peter and the Wolf' days fade.
A reliance on government officials...
Abound with the surrounding of internal corruption.
And distorting images cleansed by deceit!
Sweet cheese teasing to bait weak mice on Wall Street...
Has been eaten by the rats.
And they...
By those fat cats purring and wanting more.
Take a deep breath!
Those of you who viewed yourselves,
Next in line to dine as royalty.
With your assets protected!
Those trusted to enhance the feeding of your greed,
Have found exits with few left.
Leaving a patheticness to bleed.
And how can those historically disrespected,
Be connected or suspected?
When all of them had been fed like pigeons.
And not the Swans you wished to reflect.
It seems those you hand selected to protect your nest...
Have picked over the best and ran.
Did you think loyalty associates itself with gluttony?
Or crumbs from a feasting would be left on your plate?
Why would you ever believe,
Vultures who dress to impress...
Would have manners?
Or that cannibals when feeding,
Have concerns of etiquette.
While eating each others' flesh?
That is why your nest has been left in a mess!
And all of your eggs are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ending Of The Feast
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And a living done 'within' their means,
Is in their future.
With no credit cards to own.
With a parking of their cars.
And a healthier way of life...
Showing a more discipline with fitness,
Shown.
Because all of their loan days,
With debits will be gone.
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.
A change they can believe in.
With a reality to clearly breathe,
Comes.
And the singing of 'We Shall Overcome'
Will just be another song to sing.
As a process begins...
To fulfill a communal socialism,
On the horizon.
On the scene.
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.
Leaving those humble and meek,
To inherit the Earth.
'Why so evil, dark and gloomy?
You're evil to wish that upon us! '
SNAP out of it!
The amusement park is closed!
I reference the Bible!
What...
Or should I say,
'WHO' supplies your observations?
And...
I'm evil?
Why?
Would it be because I do not cling,
Onto 'your' delusions?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desire
watching someone unfold
before you in synchronized numbers
someone undressing
the eyes feasting
something that you cannot hold
because it slips away
a memory
yes, nothing but a view where your hands
are water
your fingers nothing but air
you hear a laughter and then a smile and then just an image
dissolving into space
you are silent again for this
why can't you even touch it?
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Waiting For A Taste Of Humanity
People everywhere are starving.
And waiting for a taste of humanity.
Waiting for the feeding of greed to subside,
To embrace the benefit that comes from sharing.
Feasting on blood is not the solution.
Since the cannibalism of it,
Eventually will leave no humans to exist.
And when has genocide proven to be a quick fix...
To leave anyone eternally 'high'.
People everywhere are starving.
And waiting for a taste of humanity.
Waiting for the feeding of greed to subside,
To embrace the benefit that comes from sharing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grateful for Traditions
Thick the gravy made did sit.
With turkey giblets tempting,
The licking of awaiting lips.
Dressing prepared,
Next to a glazed honeyed ham.
With collard greens smelling good,
As the potato salad nestled close
To chit'lins and delicious candied yams.
Pumpkin, apple and sweet potato pies...
Filled the air with anticipation,
As the black-eyed peas and rice
Were passed by!
Heads are bowed in prayer...
Giving thanks for blessings,
And grateful for traditions!
Feeding a heritage nurtured well,
When families gather...
For these feasting eating missions!
'Grandma...
Will you tell grandpa to stop talking,
And pass the fried chicken...please! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eve, Oh Eve
Why wouldn't Eve have eaten of the fruit?
Didn't she have a hand to reach out with,
Fingers with which to make a fist?
Didn't Eve have a stomach for feeling hunger,
A tongue for feeling thirst,
A heart with which to love?
Well, then, why wouldn't Eve have eaten of the fruit?
Why would she merely have suppressed her wishes,
Regulated her steps,
Subdued her thirst?
Why would she have been so compelled
To keep Adam moving around in the Garden of Eden all their lives?
Because Eve did eat of the fruit,
There is sky and earth.
Because she has eaten,
There are moon, sun, rivers, seas,
Because she has eaten, trees, plans and vines.
because Eve has eaten of the fruit
there is joy, because she has eaten there is joy.
joy, joy-
Eating of the fruit, Eve made a heaven of the earth.
Eve, if you get hold of the fruit
don't ever refrain from eating.
poem by Taslima Nasrin
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The single mother
The word bastard has lost its stigma.
Having child without marriage is no more a sin
Single motherhood has come as a welcome sign.
The yoke of marriage is dispensed with.
The word chastity has lost its meaning.
Having affairs is not construed as shame.
No need of pre or extra marital.
The yoke of commitment is dispensed with.
The word husband has lost its standing.
No need of a man to head a family.
Sex without obligation is his blessing.
The yoke of monogamy is dispensed with.
The word father has lost its identity.
The pleasure of servility is gone.
To work for posterity is stripped.
The yoke of sweat is dispensed with.
The word mother has retained its strength.
Pleasure of her identity is established.
Possessiveness of woman is not threatened.
The yoke of bondage is dispensed with.
Man and woman are as free as cave men.
Variety in sex keeps their lust feeding.
Want of companionship will doom their end.
The yoke of orphanage will soon threaten.
01.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Feasting
feasting on silence
a bowl of air
a balloon of emptiness
floating on a mountain
of madness
reckless and
imprudent
i swallow this pride.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Longer A Young Writer
he is no longer a young writer
having written for 30 years and now
at 58
there is nothing exciting about his
words anymore
he keeps doing the trip
a hobby, a side trip, a trick to make his life
worth living
some young writers in town
come to his house for coffee and for an opinion
he gladly refuses them
at 58 going 59
he keeps things to himself now
talking to himself
feasting on nature
graceful with age
mellowing down on his
wisdom
and begging for God.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Christmas Solstice
Magical Christmas days and nights,
Summertime Solstice rays and lights,
eye on equator high in sky,
mother full moon pry the tide.
Fir tree for Christmas sweet to see,
colour and glitter sparkling glee,
gifts of love under bring bounty,
symbol to prosper family.
Feasting at Christmas harvest food,
sing in the kitchen spiritual mood,
cater delights smiles exude,
family sharing yielded fruit.
Twirling at Christmas love is found,
play in the surf crash castles down,
running home salty red not brown,
feasting more Christmas fat and round.
poem by Meriki Raelene ParkinsonFraser
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Merry Christmas
Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas said the fat fellow gleeful before me, while he was feasting and eating all the treats spread before him. The Clause Effect caused him to flee up the chimney, but he was so plumb that he took a dump and landed on me. As he was rising I looked and saw only one gift underneath the Christmas tree, that's when he said to me the Gifter of Christmas gives to thee I'm only a deliver you see, then what a wonder my eyes were opened, and I did see who brought this stuff and I looked again then there were three. Then, he said when you hear the jingling of my sleigh bell you will again see the magic of the Christmas spell upon which you have befell.
poem by Vanita Allgood
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Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody.
quote by Samuel Pepys
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