Fabric of Corruption
The fabric of corruption,
Is attached and fits...
The frame it has covered,
Like traditions sacred.
And held deep with sentiments.
The comfort of it delights,
The appetite for some.
Who believe the doing of this...
Produces gold with a deceiving tongue.
And leaves a satisfaction,
As good as the sniffing of grandma's biscuits.
It's gets in one's system...
With no getting rid of it.
It is as normal as the licking,
Done by anticipating lips!
And,
Enjoying every bit of it...
Like an addiction meant,
With no attempts to resist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Risk Your Biscuits
Don't risk your biscuits.
Keep those biscuits mystic.
If they're found delicious,
Keep the people licking their lips.
Do not risk those biscuits,
For suggestions or tips.
From others who just want them to be,
Buttered and split!
When you took them out the oven,
You knew then the flavor would...
Bring joy to some.
Like no others had done.
And when they jellied up those biscuits,
With a favorite beverage...
A stirring had begun.
Making your biscuits their number one.
Do not risk those biscuits,
For suggestions or tips.
From others who just want them to be,
Buttered and split!
Eaten and enjoyed.
Making a habit of it!
You can choose and decide,
If you want them addicted!
But...
When you took them out the oven,
You knew then the flavor would...
Bring joy to some.
Like no others had done.
So...
Don't risk your biscuits.
Keep those biscuits mystic.
If they're found delicious,
Keep the people licking their lips.
Knowing only you,
Can do these biscuits like this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Comfort Of Our Homes
If noses weren't attached,
To the face.
Few people would know,
Where the back of their heads were.
Or knew the full sensation,
Of picking their toes.
One of those favorite pastimes,
Spent in the comfort of our homes...
Alone sniffing the toe jam,
Most of the time!
'THAT is disgusting! '
And...
Your point is what?
Sniffing and tasting it,
Are not to be associated!
Unless...
You have discovered another method,
That upgrades this satisfaction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silver
Nirvana- Silver
Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please don't go
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatoes and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meats too good
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That's what I did, I killed my toe
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mother's arms
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone
song performed by by Nirvana
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Around and Around and Around
Although my comments were specifically stated.
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this,
Without a needed argument fished to solicit,
I was told what was said,
Was not what I had meant.
And did not come from my own head!
And from the lips of one who delights in gossip...
My original 'concept' given,
Was totally different from the one I had sent.
Although my comments were specifically stated...
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this
Without a needed argument to fetch or fish,
I was told what was said,
Was not what I had meant.
And did not come from my own head!
But...
It was from someone else,
I had 'lifted it'.
And from the lips of one who delights in gossip...
My original 'concept' given,
Was totally different from the one I had sent.
And around and around and around I went...
Door to door...
Trying to stop,
An implanted ignorance attached to my name,
Begun by a fool...
Out to prove me to be easily used,
Like a limp mop tossing about slop!
But folks like this without an identity that exists...
Are lining up behind the mindless,
Devoid of shame!
And not one thought of their own to claim!
Leaving me to accept a task...
To actually show my sanity,
If in me they saw it to ask!
And I fought myself to stay undercover!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They've Chosen To Be Winners
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant,
They've improved.
Sticking to a purpose with a focused aimed
With minds more open.
And those attitudes changed.
A new day dawning has to them been sent.
To send defensive motives flushed,
With their fluxing minds now rinsed.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They have chosen to be winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant they've improved.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They are winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
To now say and to claim that they are...
Winners.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Capitalism attacks and destroys all the finer sentiments of the human heart; it ruthlessly sweeps away old traditions and ideas opposed to its progress, and it exploits and corrupts those things once held sacred.
quote by Daniel De Leon
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Tongue Bath
Yeah, (ohhh), we got the hood rats in the house right
(Would you like a tongue bath babe)
They say they like tongue bath (from the back)
So, uh, we went and got Methron
But of course, it's the Ying-Yang Twins
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that's the way I like it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Forget about that Summer we stretched straight thuggin it up
In the tongue bath world we was loving it up
I've been told by the eye we were holding each other
To the room, sexual, of the Isley Brothers
Sippin' Alazez and Hennessee, straight thug passion
Licking nipples, got you gigglin', so you started to laugh
And now it's getting so erotic baby
All of a sudden so I'm kissing on your body baby
Admit it babb
See baby a tongue bath is what I like
Lick me up, lick me down, curve my appetite
Let me open up my legs, show me what you got
The way you licking on my body's got me really hot
And I'm loving the way you lick me though
Do it little daddy, let your tongue take control
You got me shaking like hell when you're licking my toes
From the top to the bottom, make your tongue roll
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that'
song performed by by Ying Yang Twins
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Grandma
Above the bed
Old photos stared down
Solemnly from the wall.
Behind the glass frame
Grandpa wore
His grey uniform
Of the Great War;
Grandma her sombre dress.
She died before I was born
And grandpa shortly after.
The only grandparent
That I knew was
My mother’s step mother.
For some reason
She did not get along well
With my parents
But I basked
In the warmth of her
Pampering indulgence.
In the manner
Of old peasant women
She dressed in long black
Garments that covered
Her delicate frame,
Hanging down
From her fragile shoulders
Like late autumn leaves.
I think I was about
Three years old
When I became very sick
With dysentery.
Grandma took me
To her house to recover.
I lost my appetite
And her remedies
Included a daily dose
Of red wine
Which she served me
In a small crystal glass.
Holding my hand in hers
Sometimes she took me
For a walk in the streets.
As we passed
The men removed
Their hats
To greet her.
In the summer of 1944
The gendarmes came
And pushed her onto
A crammed cattle car
For a horrible journey
Across Nazi occupied Europe
From Hungary to Poland.
At the end of the voyage
Grandma was murdered
In the gas chambers
Of Auschwitz.
Her body was burned
In the fires of ovens
Her ashes soared
With the flames
Of the chimneys,
Carried by the winds
To the skies,
Rising higher and higher
To the planets
And the stars.
poem by Paul Hartal
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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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Learn To Do It With The Action
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide right now,
You want satisfaction.
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide you want satisfaction,
And...
Satisfaction is where it's at.
Some people find themselves getting crazed,
Over things they can't afford to give.
As if they are committed to give and not get.
So they sit and twist their minds into fits.
Some people find themselves getting crazed,
When the holidays of feeding greed...
Come to empty their pockets then leave.
Like a buyer's remorse that's grieved.
Oh no,
Let go of the hold.
It's not worth the beholding.
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide you want satisfaction,
And...
Satisfaction is where it's at.
Don't allow a guilt to ride attached to your back.
Learn to grab some satisfaction.
Don't allow a guilt to ride like that!
Learn to grab some satisfaction.
And...
Learn to do it with the action.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plain
spread. white.
thin. two x two.
rectangular,
you stretch your imagination.
open a scar again.
remove the cut.
undress.
open your lips.
pout.
kiss my feet.
rise.
kiss my head.
i will kneel
don't. please remain
standing.
my tongue can do it.
only for you.
i cannot say a word.
tongue
tied.
i am licking a stamp.
preparing this
mail to a faraway
lover.
i remember what licking
is beside
a stamp.
my feet are too small
for this task. i may ask the help
of four hands.
i have only one
held by this hand.
too much silence here.
i have this thick blanket
and the wind is
too cold.
there is a point
that i toss with my nails
it rolls like a line
and
i am connecting to you
thighs. thighs.
strong legs, and a very warm
pair of lips.
how can i be numb?
you are far.
that is not fair.
i make love to you.
my mind is a traveller into that thousand nights.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Power Beyond What Is Normal (2 Cor.4: ; 7) ...
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Humans Can Hardly Explain
But The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Pull You Out of Pain
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Really Make A Change
It Can Lift You From The Dumps
Up Into Sun Rays!
It Can Take An Aching Heart
In The Deep Of The Night
Heal It ‘Til It Glows
Like Candlelight
Whether Its Your Lowest Moments
Or The Coldest, Lonely Hours
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Is A High Power!
It Is The Powers That Be
It Is The Power That Is
It Beats All Other Powers
… and It’s HIS!
It Is The Power For The Better
It Is The Power That Lasts Forever
To Really Turn It On
Just Pull Love – Lever
Call On It In A Hurry
In An Emergency
When It Comes To You
You Will Finally See
It Is The Power Of Holy Spirit
And It’s Awesome To Be Near It
But When It Fills Your Soul
… Boy, It’s Joy Is Bold!
It’s Like An Apple Covered In Carmel (1 Pet.2: 3)
I Can’t Resist The Power Beyond Normal
It’s The Sweetest Power Treat (Ps.19: 7-10)
I’ll Ever Eat …
It’s The Strongest Power Trip, I’ll Take
While I’m Awake …
It’s Not A Gimmick Fake
It Feels So Great!
To Those Who Don’t Know
I Know This May Sound Strange
But Those Who Do Know of It
… Know Its Range …
It’s Infinite – Limitless
In Euphoric Release
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Brings You Peace …
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
May Be A Mystery
But It’s A Gift From GOD
… That’s Right, It’s Free!
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Humans Can Hardly Explain
But The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Break All Chains …
Written & ©: 10/4/10
By: MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Earned Happiness
From the day we first met,
I offered no pretense.
No attempts did I try,
To make for you a good first impression.
I learned very early in life,
To be 'me' without adornments.
And if that was not acceptable...
A connection was not meant!
From the day we first met,
I discussed with you my interests.
And they haven't changed from what they were.
They are the same today as is preferred.
But somehow you believe,
I have been deceiving.
When it has been you all this time...
Wasting mine playing hide and seek.
Somehow you believe,
I have been deceiving...
When all that I am,
Has been a public acknowledgement.
And that is why I live my life,
Free to be me.
With flaws and all to be addressed.
Leaving little to interfere with my earned happiness.
Hey...
To declare oneself to be free,
Is all the freedom one needs to experience it.
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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After Coleridge
All thoughts, all passions, all delights.
Whatever stirs the mortal frame,
all are but ministers of love
and feed his sacred flame
samuel taylor coleridge
All thoughts, all passions all delights
emotions worthy of the name.
Part of the tapestry of life.
We all play the same game.
Whatever stirs the mortal frame
and wakes us from our lassitude.
Renewing our capacity
to change our attitude.
All are ministers of love.
Although we may not recognise
that love is the driving force.
Which all things underlies
and feeds his sacred flame
Ever rebellious men ask why
they should accept this as the truth
You know is loves reply.
16-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sonnet: Be Useful in Life
What use is Gold as biscuits, nuggets, dust?
Put it to use and never keep idle;
Unlike Iron, may be it can nev'r rust;
How nice to see it made into jewel!
A jewel's beauty depends on design;
'Tis glorious when studded with precious stones;
The golden chalice holds Christ's bread and wine;
Gold kept in museums looks better when worn.
Our virtues, talents, good deeds are like gold;
On no account, these must be laid to rest;
Use them for good of others manifold;
Use them for sake of God and be thou best.
God-given gifts are meant for better use;
For human upliftment, not for disuse.
poem by John Celes
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Dear Grandma
Dear Grandma, I remember
When you were there for me
Dear Grandma, I remember
Your smile was a joy to see
Dear Grandma, I remember
The wonderful dinners I had
I remember how you cared
You dried my tears when I was sad
Dear Grandma, I remember
All the wonderful things you gave
You would let us play around
You would always be there to wave
Dear Grandma, I remember
All your loving care
Helping when I was sick
You were always there
Dear Grandma, I remember
That you are there for me yet
Always a comfort to me
Dear Grandma, I wont forget
Grandma's Quilt
God blessed me with a grandma of many talents,
And one of them always left me thoroughly amazed.
It was the way she collected square scraps of cloth
To make quilts that seemed worthy of praise.
Each with its own colors and textures,
Of rare beauty in pattern and design,
She formed them with love
Into a tapestry of aesthetics sublime.
These squares of fabric became a work of art
In my grandma’s talented and trained hands.
These treasures have become a fond remembrance,
Over the years since my grandma left for elysian lands.
It intrigues me how these patchworks of varying textures
Became such sources of hospitable warmth and amenity.
They stir my sentimental thoughts about many distinct folk
That I recall from my youth who became my extended family.
They kept me feeling comfortable and warm with attentive care,
Much like the quilts my grandma made with many a fabric square.
poem by Albert Price
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ChOco-laTe and ME
Grounded cacao, roasted nuts
sweetened and flavored without removing the fats,
dark-brown in color, a beverage or confection
made it hot or cold to any desired preparation.
Hmn...you said, taste of coffee is coming out of your nose
first time I hear from you for a chocolate arouse,
you said, you drink it at day, and coffee at night
aha! two flavors are great than any one's delight!
I can't blame you to sip it with your desirable lips
I made a way to find a chocolate bar for my tongue to get into dip,
and as I savor it's sweetness and play it with my little nips
I can't help to imagine - mixing it with you and have my licks!
Ahhh...so sweet, anyone can't resist
if served cold crushed ice with it in a hot time like this,
but I feel cold while you are in my thoughts as I sip and dip
that is why I ordered for another round of hot chocolate to taste!
Hot or cold, if served on a bed drill
don't spill in every chest fill,
lick it thoroughly so it won't cause such stains
let other mixed juices fill up the sheets to drain!
Ha ha! And as I have thoughts of these, I can't help to bite my lips
unaware that I am licking my own lips as I sip with it,
the owner of the choco bar approached me and said:
' Is that a sign of chocolate satisfaction, tell me, Miss hot G, please? '
poem by InNer WhisPers
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Some People Peek At Evil
Look at me I wish to resist evil.
I don't want a piece of it to sit near me.
I've got to rid deceiving people...
Smiling at me like I'm fit to eat!
Look at me I wish to resist evil.
None of evil do I want near me
Some people peek at evil through their keyholes.
With beliefs I see as much naïve!
Look at me I wish to resist evil.
It doesn't fit,
Acquit me from it please.
I've got to rid deceiving people.
Those who trick and think I treat.
Some people peek at evil through their keyholes.
With beliefs I see as much naive!
I've got to rid deceiving people.
Those who trick and think I treat.
Look at me,
Look at me resist evil.
With every bit of strength I've got.
Look at me,
Look at me...
Resist.
With every bit of strength I've got.
Look at me,
Look at me...
Resisting.
With every bit of strength I've got.
I've split from evil and that's it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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