I Can't Buy Another Lie
I can't buy another lie to tie up my life.
No.
My diet wont treat it.
I can't buy another lie,
To nibble and try.
No I can't buy another lie to tie up my life.
No.
My diet wont treat it.
I can't buy another lie,
To nibble and try.
With a slice of apple pie and cider on the side,
And a piece of tainted meat...
Isn't good for one to eat.
It sticks and stays in between clean teeth.
With a slice of apple pie and cider on the side,
And a piece of tainted meat...
Isn't good for one to eat.
It sticks and stays in between clean teeth.
No I can't buy another lie to tie up my life.
No.
My diet wont treat it.
I can't buy another lie,
To nibble and try.
Whomever's in the kitchen mixing more tricks to fix,
I can't buy another lie to nibble and try.
Whomever's in the kitchen fixing more tricks to mix,
I can't buy another lie to nibble and try.
Whomever's in the kitchen mixing more tricks to fix,
I can't buy another lie to nibble and try.
Whomever's in the kitchen fixing more tricks to mix,
I can't buy another lie to nibble and try.
I can't buy another lie to tie up my life.
No.
My diet wont treat it.
I can't buy another lie,
To nibble and try.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whipping Something In My Kitchen
When the Sun wakes me up.
And it is at the crack of dawn?
I feel it appropriate,
On some days...
To lay in bed and enjoy it my way.
Using the mind all the time,
Is a 'burning-out-of-mind' doer.
And I had been done...
To be 'done' to do that over again!
With a winning of 'anything' as a destination.
I longer deliver to myself those messages.
When the Sun wakes me up.
And it is at the crack of dawn?
I feel it appropriate,
On some days...
To lay in bed and enjoy it my way.
And do nothing but...
Whatever I wish.
And do nothing but...
Nibble a bit.
And do nothing but...
Chip and dip!
If I'm not whipping up,
Something in the kitchen.
Or do nothing but...
Whatever I wish.
And do nothing but...
Nibble a bit.
And do nothing but...
Chip and dip!
If I'm not whipping up,
Something in the kitchen.
Using the mind all the time,
Is a 'burning-out-of-mind' doer.
And I had been done...
To be 'done' to do that over again!
With a 'I Have To Win' attitude.
I longer deliver to myself those messages.
When the Sun wakes me up.
And it is at the crack of dawn?
I feel it appropriate,
On some days...
To lay in bed and enjoy it my way.
And do nothing but...
Whatever I wish.
And do nothing but...
Nibble a bit.
And do nothing but...
Chip and dip!
If I'm not whipping up,
Something in the kitchen.
Or do nothing but...
Whatever I wish.
And do nothing but...
Nibble a bit.
And do nothing but...
Chip and dip!
If I'm not whipping up,
Something in the kitchen.
I wish you could see me whipping something in my kitchen.
I wish you could see me whipping something in my kitchen.
I wish you could see me whipping something in my kitchen.
I wish you could see me.
I wish you could see me,
I wish you could see me whipping something in my kitchen.
I wish you could see me whipping something in my kitchen.
I wish you could see me whipping something in my kitchen.
I wish you could see me.
I wish you could see me,
I wish you could see me whipping something in my kitchen.
I wish you could see me whipping something in my kitchen.
I wish you could see me whipping something in my kitchen.
I wish you could see me.
I wish you could see me,
Right now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nibble
Nibble...
The food and eat...
Nibble..
Food...
Little and little...
For your mouth...
Eat...slow...
Nibble...
Nib ble is
Not tasty bite...
A healthy bite...
For the stomach
With your body...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Now I Nibble
Where are my feet?
Once placed on solid ground.
Why am I now unsure of my steps?
When my eyes were directed,
To fresh places I found.
Why do I question,
My place in this World?
Where are those faces...
Once full with life,
I knew!
What has happened overnight,
When I once felt safe and secure...
My dreams and wishes,
Would stay fixed and motivated.
Strong with appetite!
Now I nibble...
When once accustomed to huge bites.
Now I nibble without a taste that delights.
Now I nibble just to keep my eyes,
From shutting tight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upon the Table of Fulfilled Wishes
Teach me not to nibble and feed,
On an appetite of my own selfish needs.
I am seeking a new diet,
That inspires a fresh insight.
With a brightness that incites,
A joyous excitement.
Teach me to appreciate all that I am.
Help me reach out to others...
To awaken that view,
Enabling them to see 'that' within them too!
If you've come to teach me greed.
Teach me to crave the gluttony of happiness.
Teach me to instruct others...
Deception is not a taste,
To welcome with an invitation...
At this grand feast to take place!
Teach me not to nibble and feed,
On an appetite of my own selfish needs.
Teach me to know that my happiness and joy...
Can only be fed,
If others are encouraged to also share.
Bringing with them a dish...
To spread upon the table of fulfilled wishes,
In this season of blessings to caress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Satisfied Just To Nibble
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
Some people love to nibble on life.
Not to eat it up,
But to spit out pieces of it they don't like!
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
Abundance is out there,
But they choose limits!
And bondage,
To capitalize on those inhibitions.
Some people love to nibble on life.
Not to eat it up,
But to spit out pieces of it they don't like!
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But some.
Are too satisfied just to nibble.
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But some.
Are too satisfied just to nibble.
Too satisfied just to nibble!
In the heavens there's abundance and there are no limits.
In the heavens there's abundance and there are no limits.
In the heavens there's abundance and there are no limits.
In the heavens.
In the heavens.
In the heavens.
But some.
Are too satisfied just to nibble.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gonna Live My Life For The Love Of It
Not gonna deal with the BS no more.
Or with the dirt left at my front door.
No more, no more, no more...
No more, no more!
Not gonna fight against ignorance.
Or with conditions that present it.
No more, no more, no more...
No more, no more!
I've grown to want a better appetite.
I like.
For my life.
Without a bit of blight,
To nibble off a piece of it...
To satisfy my hungered sight!
I've grown to want a better appetite.
I like.
For my life.
And spiced my way,
With a taste I can say is for me...
Done just right!
Not gonna fight against ignorance.
Or with conditions that present it.
No more, no more, no more...
No more, no more!
I've grown to want a better appetite.
I like.
For my life.
Without a bit of blight,
To nibble off a piece of it!
I've grown to want a better appetite.
I like.
With a taste I can say is for me...
Done just right!
No more, no more, no more...
Denying it.
No more, no more, no more...
Refusing it.
No more, no more, no more...
Unhappiness.
Gonna live my life for the love of it.
Today and always.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Culinary choice
He was a lover of meat
and she was a lover of veg'
so between them it was a treat
to dine on spaghetti instead.
They'd suck and they'd slurp
and they'd dribble,
spaghetti was so hard to nibble
but low and behold
the sauce made a glow
all over their chins
and the table.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Another Theology
“No, the serpent did not
tell Eve about the apple,
he had a little bit of her,
took a small nibble
and she tasted great,
was a real treat
and she shared the new found pleasure
with the man of her dreams, the only one
alive at the time,
seducing Adam
and to this day Eve keeps on being enticing
showing her bum and her breast
and the snake keeps on laughing
and mankind is blessed
and multiplies in numbers.”
poem by Gert Strydom
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Because They Have Found Enjoyment
Why is it when something is loved,
And done well by someone...
There will be those who say,
What that person does must be easy.
Because they have found enjoyment.
And there are those who despise what they do.
As if they are being forced.
And they are quick to say,
They have obligations and committments.
And they wished they had time to do what they wanted.
But who has made those choices for us?
And who determines the priority of our dreams?
And who has decided whether to nibble or munch.
Or to go on a diet?
It is a convenience for people to create excuses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When That Evening Sun Goes Down
I want you, be around
When that evening sun goes down
I want you, be around
Keep my both feet on the ground
When that evening sun goes down
I want you, understand
Little girl, take me by my hand
I want you, understand
I wanna be your loving man
When that evening sun goes down
If its nice, well go for a walk, a stroll in the clear moonlight
Singing a song, wont take long
Everything gonna be alright
And I wanna hold you oh so near
Keep you, darling from all fear
I wanna hold you oh so near
Nibble on your little ear
When that evening sun goes down
If its nice, go for a walk, stroll in the clear moonlight
Sing you a song, wont take long
Everything gonna be alright
And I wanna hold you oh so near
Keep you, darling from all fear
I wanna hold you oh so near
Nibble on your little ear
When that evening sun goes down
When that evening sun goes down
When that evening sun goes down...
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Romance and Dance
Two tortoise were romantically talking,
not on all fours, but on their back feet.
Music came from the kitchen window
and they began dancing cheek to cheek.
They looked incredibly in love and happy
whilst in the vegetable patch they danced.
They stopped for a nibble on fresh lettuce
and then resumed their fine romance.
He said that she was such a lovely dancer,
and she replied that she was easily led.
He asked if she would like to dance a tango,
and she said, “Yes, but in the flower bed.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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The Caterpillar
Under this loop of honeysuckle,
A creeping, coloured caterpillar,
I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray,
I nibble it leaf by leaf away.
Down beneath grow dandelions,
Daisies, old-man’s-looking-glasses;
Rooks flap croaking across the lane.
I eat and swallow and eat again.
Here come raindrops helter-skelter;
I munch and nibble unregarding:
Hawthorn leaves are juicy and firm.
I’ll mind my business: I’m a good worm.
When I’m old, tired, melancholy,
I’ll build a leaf-green mausoleum
Close by, here on this lovely spray,
And die and dream the ages away.
Some say worms win resurrection,
With white wings beating flitter-flutter,
But wings or a sound sleep, why should I care?
Either way I’ll miss my share.
Under this loop of honeysuckle,
A hungry, hairy caterpillar,
I crawl on my high and swinging seat,
And eat, eat, eat—as one ought to eat.
poem by Robert Graves
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The strongest influences in my life and my work are always whomever I love. Whomever I love and am with most of the time, or whomever I remember most vividly. I think that's true of everyone, don't you?
quote by Tennessee Williams
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Fat Status
Bring your fat status,
And sit it right here.
Let me say something to you,
And make it quite clear.
Your greasy rump bumping days are gone.
Along with your meat squeezed into latex.
The attractiveness of it has been overrated,
And too prolonged with a diet that is all wrong.
You are not alone...
With your munching on chops and chips!
You will lose a lot of it.
Especially with those jelly rolls,
Around your thighs and hips!
You are going to learn to exercise.
Every inch of your body.
Excluding your tongue and lips!
You see that refrigerator?
Padlocked and sealed.
I've cleared the cupboards clean of snacks.
No more sneaking at midnight...
To hear the creaking of cracks,
Of your poundage on the wooden floors.
You will...
From this day foreward,
Do something besides sleep, complain and eat.
We've got to budget.
And your gluttony will be addressed.
To cut our expenses,
Before we are thrown out into the streets.
No more buttered muffins,
With fried chicken wings.
To bring to bed as treats.
Or boxes of chocolates to nibble...
As you and I watch TV!
Then one day...
Maybe we can remove it from the ceiling.
And you will be able to view it...
Without all that excess,
Between your head and feet!
'Why are you so vicious? '
Vicious?
I'm trying to save myself,
From being crushed to death!
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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An Advice
try making it short,
as a syllable, crisp
like popcorn
make it quick,
like a nibble
because
they don't have
the luxury of time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stroke
Let me stroke
Your face
With my
Feet ~
For I know
You have a
Foot-fetish.
You can
Nibble my
Toes…
If you feel
Peckish ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Just To Keep The Critics Cranky
Why wont you let us see,
What is going on backstage?
'And let you witness what it takes,
To get this magic produced?
Are you kidding?
No way.
Any chef would say...
If I showed you what I do,
You'd try it and raise the price.
And I just want to leave you with just a taste.
Knowing that when you've become addicted,
You will come back...
To stand in line to nibble anything I present.
I am not trying to give away my stuff.
Do you know how long it took me,
To get you to even be interested?
Mesmerizing is an ability,
That requires time to deliver.
I have to keep masqueraded,
Just to keep the critics cranky.
But...
At my disposal.
Me...
Be,
No fool.
Not in preparation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoying the Feast of It
Some write,
Showing an ineptness as an appetite.
Enjoying the feast of it.
Without a nibble digested.
Or a taste of it comprehended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Is There To Be Given I Am Here To Receive
Can you give me something more,
Than less than your professed best?
I've been waiting to be impressed...
Since you let it known,
When you 'try'...
You can produce much better.
At least show me the evidence you are trying.
I wouldn't be such a pest.
But you were the one who stated,
I knew nothing about good taste.
Okay...
I'm done with your serving of appetizers.
I am now prepared to nibble on the main event.
If it is there to be given I am here to receive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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