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Fresh Cock

No one exploited the evening.
No one dared to declare
The host as boring
As any snoring conversation can get.
Even the hors d'oeuvres seemed to beg for escape.
Faster than the 'help' could deliver them.
They were deliciously placed...
On silver platters that held homemade doilies!
And dipped to taste in minted sauce.
The better half of 'Mister Excitement' had made.
Even the chambermaids made an appearance,
To check for life by feather dusting!
And this was to be the highlight,
Until some drunkened and delusional socialite exclaimed...
'May I have a fresh cock here please! '
And all the men rushed to her aid.
As the butler squeezed a bit of lime to deliver,
To this minx!
'As you like, madam!
One fresh...cocktail.'
And she sipped and wiggled her way through,
Stiffened embarrassments!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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A Knowing Of An End Result Produced

I am not here,
With a wish to deliver.
I am here,
Because I can deliver.
There is a huge difference between,
Wanting to do and a doing to be done.
With a knowing of a coming end result,
Produced! And, not held up in discussion.

I am not here,
With a wish to deliver.
I am here,
Because I can deliver.
And I've been called a 'mother--'
On many occasions.
And strangely enough,
By those caring less how long I spent in labor.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Stacked On Platters

The relevance of forgiveness,
Has distanced the significance of it...
From making an influential appearance.

Indignities are serve and presented,
As a choice on a menu selected to eat.
To feast upon by many shown licking their fingers.

The relevance of forgiveness,
Has distanced the significance of it...
From making an influential appearance.

And those preparing for the main course are teased,
With the passing aound of hors d'oeuvres...
Heated with biases to please and stacked on platters.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting One To Speak Fluent French

You can dress a monkey in a tuxedo
To mingle amongst key guests and their associates.
But getting one to speak fluent French at cocktail parties,
To impress those of social influence
Is almost impossible to negotiate
IF they are not asked to participate in selecting the menu
And choice of hors d'oeuvres served
They can be very tempermental when feeling imposed upon
To perform in atmospheres with too many pretentious people.
Gathering around to be entertained and 'Mais Oui-ed' for kicks

'My next impersonation?
Edith Piaf
La Vie en Rose
In the key of G-flat, please
AND
May I just say this
IF there is going to be any of that fluttering around
As I deliver Edith
I'm leaving
I want that understood
I can not be mesmerizing with all that other stuff competing.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy Made Cake

Easy made cake...
Doesn't taste,
Homemade.

An easy made cake...
Doesn't taste,
Homemade.
Or does it age...
Like a fine wine.
Made from grapes,
Picked and saved...
Off of a selected vine.

Easy made cake...
Doesn't taste,
Homemade.
Or have a flavor staying,
In one's mind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.

quote by Hector Hugh Munro
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Only To Nibble A Bit To Then Spit

It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.

People get use to the familiar.
Although prior to it,
They had settled for the bland.
Until a spicing done to that blandness,
Made more of the spice...
Requested by demand.

It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.

A rejection of what had been once presented,
Now is refused as mediocrity.
And a closer inspection becomes harsely critiqued.
Critics come out of the woodwork,
To exclaim their findings weak.

And those who plagiarize,
Take credit for their additions done.
But the one who sweats with an innovation...
Never receives a just due that comes!

It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.

Only to nibble a bit to then spit,
That's it!
As if what is tasted is nothing but garbage.
Especially if a taste of it reminds one of the rest,
That has already bettered the betterment of one's best!

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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Unconsciously Convinced

Now that they have completely destroyed themselves,
And others...
With every conceivable deception used,
They have returned upon the scene with fresh deceptions...
To declare themselves innocent for making mistakes,
Consciously and foolishly made to be forgiven for them.

They have stated those same mistakes,
They will 'try' not to make again unnecessarily.
And those who had endured through their sufferings,
Have been unconsciously convinced...
The same incompetent people,
Will deliver them from their miseries.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deliver Me

Every woman and every man,
Knows the feeling so well
Those times when the heart just cant understand,
The times when you never can te ll
So deliver me, deliver me
Baby take this heart, set it free
Take this chance, take this dream
Baby take this heart
Deliver me
I was born with something down inside of me
And its carried me over, delivered me
Y eah delivered me, Im standing at your gate
Just out of reach of the hands of fate
So deliver me, deliver me
Baby take this heart, set it free
Take this chance, take this dream
Baby take this heart
Deliver me
Sometim es I wonder if this is worth the trouble
Sometimes I wonder if this is worth the fight
I never have made my mind up about it
Ive just decided to let it all ride

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Devotion

If I am right
If I can be
Constant and faithful
Youll find me
In my devotion
In my devotion
What if you find a fault
Between my purpose and my deeds
And deem me beyond salvation
Judge me to be unworthy
Of your devotion
Of your devotion
If this be obsession deliver me
A passing infatuation deliver me
A feeling lacking in purity deliver me
A test of fidelity deliver me
Deliver me
Deliver me
What if I should find
Youre no good for me
What if I cant be strong enough
What if I cant break free
Of my devotion
Of my devotion

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Heavy On the Congas

It's my kind of night.
In my kind of season.
Pleasing a teased and craved appetite.

This brings me joy.
With a thrill I employ.
Pass the half & half.
Pour just a bit of it,
In this drinking glass.

It's my cup of tea.
Sipped and yes...
It is quite tasty.
With soft and fresh croissants.
Baked.
Buttered.
And slightly flaky.

It's my kind of night.
In my kind of season,
I like.
I might not show the excitement.
Since I am delighting each bite.
How can I express 'scrumptious'?
When a rhythm thumps with a groove just right!

Heavy on the congas.
I bite croissants,
And taste.

Heavy on the congas.
I bite croissants,
And taste.

Bobba-doobah-doobah bup bup.
I bite croissants,
And taste.

Bobba-doobah-doobah bup bup.
I bite croissants,
And taste.

Bobba-doobah-doobah bup bup.
I bite croissants,
And taste.

Heavy on the congas!
I bite croissants,
And taste.
Bobba-doobah-doobah bup bup.
I bite croissants,
And taste.
Beaucoup ooo aux mais oui!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you're into architecture and you're from the West, everything is hors d'oeuvres for working to rebuild the Temple. Ultimately you're led there. You can't escape it.

quote by Ben Nicholson
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The Last Giving (Up)

The last bullet. It smells just like all the others before it. Same coldness rolling between my fingertips. But what could ever make it so different? No, HOW could it be made so different? Or is it really any different? I give up, again, as I have done before. And so this bullet shall deliver. I'll deliver one last time.

poem by Eon Ezkiel
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Pour As Much Of It As You Want

Who you knew and what you knew,
About who and why back in the day.
When back in the day was...
Well,
Behind the times even then,
When molasses moved faster than folks...
Who claimed to eat snails on planes.
And some were calling that mess escargot!
Dipping it in horse radish and cocktail sauce?
Who knew?
I didn't know.
I just ate them.

People like that,
Slapping fancy names on common stuff...
I aint got time for.

And today those times have not changed.
Not that much.
And nothing you have to say,
Is of a concern to me.

Those days are behind me!
Packed way in the back,
Of my dusted memories.

Trust!
And the truth shall set you free.
Now...
Are you here to represent or deliver grief?
Which is it?
Since I certainly can not accept,
Your presence on my doostep...
As a chance encounter!
Nor am I into prolonging mysteries.
Hmmm...
You are here to spread fresh gossip,
On someone you suspect I know well.
I can tell.
And you could not wait to get here,
To get my reaction!
Am I right?

Well...
Let me clear the air and say this to you,
So I can get it out in the air...
Open and over with!

Before you think you'd find me in that same frame of mind.
I hate to disappoint you...
But,
I just removed some frozen chicken wings from the frig.
And they will take at least twenty minutes to thaw.
How much time you got?

'Me?
I got all night! '

Well, come on in!
You standing outside like I can afford to heat it.
I ain't got it like that!
It's cold.
Come on in and close the door.
And I'll fix us a nice pot of hot tea.
And feel free to pour as much of it as you want.
How you been?
I was just saying the other day...
It sure would be good to see you.
And here you are.

God is good aint He?
And works in such mysterious ways.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Mr. Postman

( stop )
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mister postman
( wait )
Wait mister postman
(*) please mister postman look and see
( oh yeah )
If there's a letter in your bag for me
( please, please, mister postman )
Why's it takin' such a long time
( oh yeah )
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be
Some word today
From my boyfriend
So far away
Please mister postman
Look and see
If there's a letter
A letter for me
I've been standin' here
Waitin' mister postman
So patiently
For just a card
Or just a letter
Sayin' he's returning'
Home to me
Repeat (*)
So many days
You passed me by
See the tears
Standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop
To make me feel better
By leavin' me
A card or a letter
Repeat (*)
( why don't you check it and see one more time
For me you gotta )
Wait a minute, wait a minute...
( mister postman )
Mister postman look and see
( c'mon deliver the letter, the sooner, the better )
Mister postman

song performed by by Carpenters
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You Want Me to Believe I Love You

You want me to believe I love you,
Like I do your fish shish kebabs?
Skewered perfectly between Vadalia onions...
Green pepper and fresh garden tomatos.
You don't want me to find it odd,
They are dipped into beer...
Before grilling them over a mesquite laced bar-be-que.
You think I should find the salmon chunks delicious?
With your homemade lemon and brown sugar sauce...
As I sip red wine and chew!

You want me to believe I love you...
Because you can whip up these recipes?
You think I enjoy making love with you...
Because you easily please and seductively tease?
You want me to believe I love you,
Because I'd be a fool if I did not?
Who do you think you are to believe,
You can weaken me like that?
I'm just here to enjoy the view from your window.
And the companionship I get,
As I play with your Tabby cat!

Don't ever believe,
I'm with you constantly...
Because I think you and I are a match!
I'm not giving up my bachelor life,
To become snapped up by your trap.
I am much too wise to be tricked like that!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Be The One

(gary burr, sunny russ)
This desert lies
Its so unfair
I think theres water everywhere
Im always fooled
Just when I think Im saved
But I dont have the strength
To do again
What always comes undone
Deliver me
Please be the one
Ive thought I wasted all those prayers
Till I looked up and you were there
Oh in your eyes
I see theres hope for me
I need your love
To finish off
What others have begun
Deliver me
Please be the one
Be the one who makes me see
Be wonderful a reason
Be the one who rescues me
With a love I can believe in
Let it be true
That you can do
What no one else has done
Deliver me
Please be the one
Oh deliver me
Please be the one

song performed by by Reba Mcentire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pendulum

The asylum now has reopened for tours.
Renovated with new padding.
With personalized doors...
To reduce confusion.
And to highlight the colors...
On the coded carpeted floors.

Each cell has fresh paint.
In pastels of rose and lime.
And the ceilings of sky blue...
Allow the clients,
To stare clear through.
With imaginations fixed...
Only if they choose.

Medicated and sedated...
To keep delusions fresh.
And soothing music to calm the nerves.
To assist a reality...
Quietly put to death.

And these 'refugees'
Are quite different from the ones...
Proclaimed to have once lived in New Orleans.
A pendulum...
Has completed its swing!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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