If I Do Invite The Eating Of Leftovers
Leftovers or once tasty treats
If there is anything used,
I would prefer to have near me...
Is a pair of old shoes,
I've taken off my tired feet.
Leftovers or once tasty treats,
I seldom eat.
Even if they happen to be delicious.
And If I do invite the eating of leftovers...
I initiated the cooking and generated the heat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eating what you plant is better than begging for leftovers.
Thanksgiving
The people in our country have set aside a day
to celebrate with family, a day on which they pray
that giving thanks for all they have will make them think again
that many are not as fortunate and then they'll say Amen.
The table set before them will whet their appetite.
The turkey and the dressing and yams will bring delight.
The cornbread and the cranberries are ready for the eating.
The adults and the children once again are meeting.
When the dinner's over, the best is yet to come.
The pumpkin pies with whipped cream and then the men succumb
to watch a football game or two until they fall asleep.
And when the dishes all are done with leftovers in a heap,
Mom will hand them out to all so later they'll ingest
the tasty morsels for a second time.
Thanksgiving is the best! !
Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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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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Opened Eyes
Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.
Even in the midst of chaos and conflicts
They believe this is not their world affected.
Sadness sits on their shoulders like boulders...
And still a resistance they hold has gotten older!
They camouflage their tears...
In denial and covered ears!
Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.
And today...
Opened eyes will help those survive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Moldy Now
[parody of hold me now by the thompson twins]
I had a pizza,
Covered with cheese.
I wrapped it all up in aluminum foil,
Stuck it back in the freeze.
Look at my crust now,
See what I mean.
Its getting all wrinkled,
And my pepperoni is hairy and green.
Ah, cause its moldy now,
It got moldy fast.
How can i
Make leftovers last, make leftovers last?
I was so hungry,
What could I do?
I finished the pizza
And topped it all off with some mystery stew.
Now I feel kinda queasy,
Yeah, yeah, what can I say?
So I called my physician
To wish him that hed make a house call today.
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Leftovers
Save your leftovers,
And don't you think about it.
Throwing them out to just,
Waste away.
Away.
Save...
Those leftovers.
Don't throw them out to just,
Waste away.
Today.
People are coming to their senses,
With no defense.
People are easier to convince today...
When they see so many in need,
And...
Pretending not to be hungry.
Don't you throw leftovers out,
Because they satisfied that taste you've got.
The needy people have increased.
So share with others,
What you don't eat.
People,
Are coming to their senses.
Don't you throw leftovers out,
Because they satisfied...
That taste you've got.
People,
Are coming to their senses.
The needy people have increased.
So share they do,
What they don't eat.
People,
Are easier to convince today...
When they see so many in need,
And...
Pretending not to be hungry.
People,
Are easier to convince today...
When they see so many in need,
And...
Pretending not to be hungry.
People,
Are coming to their senses.
The needy people have increased.
So share they do,
What they don't eat.
People,
Are coming to their senses.
Don't you throw leftovers out,
Because they satisfied...
That taste you've got.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you take too long to choose, you will end up with the leftovers.
If you deliberate for too long, you will end up with leftovers.
My Secret Licked Lip Keeper
Be my nights!
Be my morning star,
And destiny to me.
Be my appetite.
Be the tasty treats,
In everything I see.
Be whatever it is you wish...
And I hope you know this is,
My licked lip keeper.
Be the reason I hoop.
And holler with the ecstasy you give.
Be repeated on a loop.
You'll never wear me out...
Since I'll stay your main reaper!
Be whatever it is you wish...
And I hope you know this is,
My licked lip keeper.
Whatever it is you wish,
I hope you know this is my secret licked lip keeper!
Be my nights!
Be my morning star,
And destiny to me.
Be my appetite.
Be the tasty treats,
In everything I see.
Whatever it is you wish,
I hope you know this is my secret licked lip keeper!
You 'bees' my secret licked lip keeper!
You 'bees' my secret licked lip keeper!
Be whatever it is you wish,
You've got to know...
You 'bees' my secret licked lip keeper!
And-I'm-so-glad-I am-the-reaper!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Put Me Down To Marry Into Pain
I tried to tell you what I could do for you.
I tried to tell you that my love for you was true.
But,
What did you do?
You put me down to marry into pain.
I tried to tell you that my heart for you is pure.
I tried to tell you what I had for you was sure.
But,
You had been lured...
To put me down to marry into pain.
What makes you think I have waited,
For leftovers someone's claimed.
What makes you think that I've craved,
For a taste that's not the same...
From someone who has been changed.
What makes you think that I've waited,
For leftovers someone's claimed.
What makes you think that I've craved,
For a taste that's not the same...
Wet from sorrows soaked in shame.
I tried to tell you what I could do for you.
I tried to tell you that my love for you was true.
But,
What did you do?
You put me down to marry into pain.
I tried to tell you,
But you put me down to marry into pain.
I tried to tell you,
But you put me down to marry into pain.
I tried to tell you...
But,
What did you do...?
You put me down to marry into pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My favorite time of day is to get up and eat leftovers from dinner, especially spicy food.
quote by David Byrne
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Everyone Will Feel Pinched By a Grinch On the Loose
Everyone will feel pinched.
By a grinch on the loose.
This festive holiday season...
Has a sputtering train on the tracks.
With barely an engine!
And no caboose.
No champagne to sip.
Or horse radish with bacon dip.
Don't light up that Christmas Tree...
Unless you have gas,
Instead of electricity to heat.
Take the turkey out of the freezer,
With other leftovers from Thanksgiving Day.
Share this with your neighbors.
The ones still living near...
And haven't moved away.
Buy a box of crayons...
And color some brown paper bags!
Find something you will not have to offer,
To sell at a tag sale.
Like a teapot.
And not a sofa you have to drag.
Wrapped 'whatever' it is and tape it.
Take pictures of this!
Since this Christmas just may be...
The best one you've had!
Maybe not one you'll wish to reminisce.
'Be glad for what you've got!
You kids think money...grows on trees.'
My mom use to say.
And I began to pray,
For that to happen one day.
But today,
This is the reality...
The thought of eating fresh picked leaves,
May not be too far away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give your best to each other, not your leftovers after you’ve given your best to everyone else.
Dave Willis in The Seven Laws of Love: Essential Principles for Building Stronger Relationships
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Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
quote by Thomas Fuller
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The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.
quote by Calvin Trillin
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Residue
The wayfarer you must be tired now.
Here the inn to get a rest for a while.
Don't be scared, on your wearisome journey
there is no any weighbridge to weigh
your sins or merits?
Please do not look at me in a sarcastic way.
Yes I am a wrongdoer and I sleep with every soul
till the candle burns
as I cannot abandon my dreary inn
and who gives me the warmth in this solitary life?
Am I a waxwork?
I too feel thirst and hunger.
On the way if you have any doubt of leftovers
please do not hesitate to visit me again.
You are always welcome my dear.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Romantacized
You have romantacized me,
Right out of your life.
I am not here to fulfill your whims.
Or guarantee,
The longevity of my smile.
Or my need to have us up in each other's face.
On a daily basis.
My dislike for leftovers,
Should provide a hint!
I don't do them...
Often.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At school, I always wanted to belong to a gang, and no one would have me. So I'd have make my own gang, but with everybody else's leftovers.
quote by Kristin Scott Thomas
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In It For The Paganism
In it for the paganism.
In it to trick others!
And to have themselves sit...
In self unction annointing meant!
And dismissing others...
Enthralled and used.
Those enlisted to assist...
In their public 'lift'.
Declaring themselves founders,
Of institutions!
Although deceivers of those of goodwill.
Stealing from them ideas and ideals,
That would appeal...
To the unconsciousness of the masses.
In it for the paganism!
In it for the glory.
In it to label themselves righteous beings.
Yet discovered too late.
After years of painful deceit.
Hoodwinking was their aim.
To have their names proclaimed,
On historic public streets.
With promises of tasty activities.
Tasty exciting treats!
In false declarations...
And sheltering a dishonesty,
With everyone they meet!
Dedicated To:
Those who achieve fame,
By making false claims.
And defaming others...
They denounced to make their gains!
May their souls find an eternity...
Only God determines is just and appropriate,
For those deserving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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