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Jackass

You wish me to be specific?
Like an island in the Pacific?
You wish me to lay it on the line?
To ease and bring a comfort,
To your confused mind?
Okay...
I will!
Your ignorance is not unique.
Your inability to comprehend...
Is commonly found upon these streets.
And your clinched fists,
With the gritting of bared teeth...
Is overdone.
Protecting what has long been observed,
You should do your best to overcome.
But like the others with wishes to protect themselves...
You're boring with excuses,
You use to self induce.
I see it for what it is.
Consider my comments as positive!
I am not the one from you or it to run.
You asked,
Jackass!
Why do you look at me as if you are stunned?
What did you think I would offer you?
A cup of coffee with cream and sugar?
Perhaps gossip over tea...
As we eat cinnamon buns?
I don't take time for that!
Or numb my head by smoking 'joints'.
But...
If you've got one...
I'll share it with you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lingers

shotgun shells,
and kentucky bourbon;
long howling nights,
bound by the moon/

teeth bared to the icy cold,
the taste of blood.
lingers.

the fiddle weeps,
while the mandolin prays.
old hat pulled down,
feet dance to the sound/

teeth bared to the icy cold,
the taste of blood...
lingers...

broke down and busted,
carried by the darkness.
fists pound the walls,
but there's no one home/

teeth bared to the icy cold,
the taste of blood.
lingers.
woman, smell and touch,
sucks the light from empty.
she rolls me over,
cries out like a cat/

teeth bared to the icy cold,
the taste of blood.
lingers.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Smokin The Herb Again

Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again

song performed by by Incubus
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Confrontations

Not into confrontations.
Especially with those
With nothing more than hollowness to share!
I'm on a flight to seek a higher consciousness.
To expand a vision...
Clearly not with
Those who enjoy sitting,
And exchanging twisted affairs...
Solicited and dared!

Not into confrontations.
Or molestations of my thoughts!
I want to comprehend,
More of this life I am blessed to be given.
I've lived with conflicts and emotional misfits...
Who sat around nitpicking in backbiting fits.
And that is not the trip for me I wish!

Not into confrontations.
Especially with those
With nothing more than hollowness to share!
I might participate...
But I am not one to attempt to bait,
For an opinion of someone else...
To induce continued ignorance!
Or become intimidated...
By those who chose to defend,
A limitation that is comfortable for them...
To use and abuse,
As if adrift on a ship with losers!
With choices there but few they choose.

Not into confrontations,
Or boring conversations...
That offer nothing to uplift,
The curiousity of my consciousness.
I want to expand,
And not just in limits am I here to exist!
I'd rather be with those who 'see' this,
And 'get it'!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Naked Before My Eyes

feeling empty
i sense you
i get near you
feeling your hand
and you look at me
knowing something
that fills you too
i like you to be
my empty cup
to my hot water
i can be more
than hot water
i can be a spoon
stirring you and
you can be coffee too
and cream and
sugar and mint

i can be the mouth
that opens to drink
you as coffee and
surely we shall have
a good time together

tonight i like you
to be more than coffee
and cream and sugar

just be yourself naked
before my emptiness

and i can also be more
than a mouth to you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Suppressed Anger

it is as if the belly of a woman
is pregnant with a very long snake
and slowly it exits its way
through the esophagus
but you cannot see it first
because the teeth is still gritting
and the mouth is still closed
but on the spur of the moment
when restraint gives way
the mouth suddenly opens
the teeth stops gritting
and the head of that very long snake
comes out
showing its sharp fang
and suddenly
without any talk
bites the object of its
affection.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feeling Freer To Smile With Less Suspicion

If people listened to comprehend,
With an understanding to exchange...
There would be fewer people observed,
Using an assortment of crutches...
Walking sticks and adjustable canes.
To depict with assistance...
Their daily ailments felt to share.
With a validation of opinions given by others.
While doing their best to limp through life,
Re-creating what they believe...
Is an acceptable performance to be approved.
There then would be more people on the scene,
Feeling freer to smile with less suspicion.
And, enjoying their lives too.

'Yes.
Good morning to you.
I'd like to have a cup of coffee with cream and sugar.
A slice of cake.
And if I may...
I'd like to look through your new selection of canes?
Although,
There is one on display in the window I would like to test.
The one with the marble handle and golden tip.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Afternoon Poem

it is all coffee without cream
no sugar, you say please, no sugar no cream

it is all about cold bread
nothing electrifying
unlike the softness of the arms of the beloved

it is about the coldness of bread
and the hotness of coffee

less the cream and the sugar
nothing sweet really

you guess it: there is something bitter
not from the water (for why should water be bitter?)
not from the cup (is there such a cup which has a bitter taste?)

guess further: you are wrong.
it is bitter, it is really bitter.

it comes from the heart. Not from the saucer
or the spoon.

it is the heart that is bitter. do not attempt
tasting it.

it can be toxic because it is mine.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Custard Creams

There's always time for a custard cream,
Taken at any point of the day;
With milk or tea,
There's always time for a custard cream,
Advice taken, or given,
Take a moment,
To share the delights
With coffee, or juice.
There's always time for a custard cream;
Share it,
Break it,
Dunk it!
There's always one more time
For that
Last custard cream.

poem by Nick Strong
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Cinnamon

Do you believe that your're dead when you die
Or do you believe in a soul
You have the power to mess with their minds
You've got them under control
Everybody wants a piece of you
To take them higher than they ever were on the ground
(All I wanna say is)
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Nobody sees that you smile when you lie
You'll take that mask to your grave
You know what you're doing
God knows you're not blind
You just don't want to be saved
Line'em up and knock'em down
You've taken everything and still keep coming around
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
You have the power to mess with their lives
They're under your control
Everybody wants a piece of you
To take them higher than they ever were on the ground
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down...

song performed by by Tiffany
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My Mind Is Not Design To Only Address The Best

My mind is not design to only address the best.
Although I try to hide it...
My thoughts sometimes are dirty!
My mind is not design to only address the best.
Just like the rest,
I do enjoy raw recipes!

I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!
I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!

Some choose to be their own enemy.
Not me!
With wishes to impress.
Just to leave some people guessing.

With me what you see is what you get that's it!
I'm not the one to sit around because I do not fit.
Or be chosen by debate.
To prove myself worthy!

I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!
I select what's on my mind all the time I do.
With a purpose and a meaning,
And how it's done too!

And when it's good to me I get numb.
Sometimes dumb...
If I'm running from a gun!
And when it's good to me I get numb.
Sometimes dumb...
If I'm running from a gun!

My mind is not design to only address the best.
Sometimes it's numb.
Sometimes I'm stunned...
If I'm running from a gun!

My mind is not design to only address the best.

Some choose to be their own enemy.
Not me!
With wishes to impress.
Just to leave some people guessing.

With me what you see is what you get that's it!
I'm not the one to sit around because I do not fit.
Or be chosen by debate.
To prove myself worthy!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the thought of you

In the thought of you
~
What comfort to the night
The thought of you does bring
What warmth to the heart
When I hold you imagining
The embrace of two lovers
Fully entwined in each other
Lost in a solitary look
Where two eyes are bound
How beautiful it all does seem
To ease the mind at night
I sleep with a smile in place
While I picture your company
What more could I ask
Than to be present with you
To share in a moment of time
To find a comfort in the night
Only found in the thought of you

poem by Matthew Holloway
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you and I, and the cat

we shared a cup of coffee- you and I,
as the cat looked on.
you had two lumps of sugar, a shot of cream.
mine was black.
I thought to offer cream to the cat; he’d like that.
and then you smiled.
you peered across the rim of your upraised cup, taking a sip,
scrunching your face and smiling through the steam as it
rose from your milky, sweet coffee,
and I forgot about the cat.
he purred.
quickly, I put him outside,
knowing his familiar purr, a purr that soon
would escalate into a full-blown howl
that demanded my attention and some cream.
I wanted only to savor the contented sweetness of your face,
perfectly formed for my delight, but
you felt sorry for the cat.
I had been abrupt, insensitive.
“Why can’t the cat be allowed to purr, even to howl
“if he wants? ' you said.
“Why must the cat be refused a simple request for attention
“and a sip of milk? ”
alright then, I’ll let the cat back inside,
and give him some milk.
are you happy now?
no answer.
the coffee has grown tepid,
along with your smile.
I loathe that cat.

poem by Hm. Nes
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My Little Comfort

Love unlimited is what i have for you,
My Little Comfort of the human race;
Come and comfort my soul like,
A little jungle in the world.
Now that i have found you,
You are all that i need;
Come to me without your shyness and,
Be my sweet lover on this love.

Your love is driving me crazy and,
My mind is always on you;
My Little Comfort come to me:
You are from the Benue State of Nigeria and,
I will always remember you.
Overcome your shyness and come to me,
Hold me very tight for the sweet love unlimited!
You are called Comfort and,
You need to comfort my soul.

This is the jungle where love is,
To share our nakedness together in style;
So overcome your shyness and come to me.
My Little Comfort from Benue State,
Come to me with your sweet love;
Come and comfort my soul.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Drop Your Buns Aunt Betty

Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.

Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
We know they are delicious
Since they're made with cinnamon.
We're not a bit suspicious
Of the love that's in them.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And grab a little snack and relax.
You owe us that!

Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.

Drop your buns Aunt Betty.
Would you like a bowl of soup,
To boot that mood that has you pooped.
From all that mixing in the kitchen fixing food that you do.
There's some noodles with onions and peppers in it too!

Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back...
And relax.

You owe us that!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Specific

When one has asked for the truth,
And gets it heard to be delivered straight...
Why is it then they begin,
To accuse the one unafraid to speak it...
Of being mean and too specific.

Too Specific

'I did not offer to volunteer.
But that isn't mentioned by the one who fears.
I was appraoched to make things clear.
And with the doing of it,
The one seeking clarity chose me to distance.'

Too Specific

The choice one makes of being too specific,
May come to traumatize the one addicted to getting...
Delusional 'hits'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Your Biscuits In The Oven And Your Buns In The Bed

(Kinky Friedman)
You uppity women I don't understand
Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
You'd better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That's what I to my baby said,
Women's liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Early every morning you're out on the street
Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet.
You gave up your Maiden Form for Lent
And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent.
Every single brakeman that's ever come along
Had a little woman always tellin' him that he's wrong.
Eve said to Adam, ?Here's an apple you horse?
And Delilah defoliated Samson's moss.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That's what I to my baby said,
Women's liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws
Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras,
Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean
And your coffee makes my hair turn green.
So damn emancipated in your mind and your body,
Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate.
If you can't love a male chauvinist
You'd better cross me off your shopping list.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That's what I to my baby said,
Women's liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.

song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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To the bible-bashers I just turned away

They were black of course.
Saturday mid-morning; myself
just searching to round off
that poem on praise, adequately, so as not
to let down the poem up to there…

They were black of course.
Who else would hope to bring
the whi’ fo’ back to God? …
even the Muslims have given up on us…
they, twentyish, I guess; he in front,
she all eager friendly smile behind..

they shone with goodness; goodness
that shone beyond what they, what I, would say;
beyond the headline of the magazine
he showed me, smiling, asked me what I thought:
‘Are these the Last Days? ’…

I said, I’d pass on that;
wished them my good wishes:
wishes nondenominational, unspecified..
returned to the computer, now to find
the poem on praise, a hollow mockery…

and to the mind, there came that potent line:
‘Live each day as if thy last’…

They’re probably still knocking, down the streets,
gathering reactions mild and wild …
I’d just like it if they – all too late - could know that
for a moment, goodness met the eye of goodness,
yet found no time to praise in present words..

poem by Michael Shepherd
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You Asked For This

You asked for this.
And every bit of what I have,
Is yours from me to be given.
You asked for this!
Oh yes,
You did.

We agreed to always between us,
Have honesty.
And my being honest,
You now wish...
I wouldn't easily be as free,
To share this honesty we agreed.
You asked for this!
Oh yes,
You did.

And now you murmur,
Between clinched teeth and twisted lips...
Your hips belong in a thong bathing suit.
And I say the wearing of that thong is wrong.
You just don't look good at all in it.
And if I suggested,
Your hips and chest block out the Sunset...
You declare me insensitive.
When it is only honesty from me to you I give.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Memory Of Peter R. Bruneau

Our lives crossed paths
At work and at school
You loved the lines,
Spaces and planes.
I never considered us close
Maybe because of our
Competitive spirits;
But your smiles
Displayed by the opening
In your front teeth
Is forever etched in my mind.

No one, in person
Told me you passed
I was just wondering
What may have happened
To you or to find
Your general whereabouts;
So I Googled your name
And found your obituary
on the third line down.

Sorry, I did not get
To say goodbye
Or the chance
To offer some comfort
In your time of dire need;
The best I can do now
Is to wish you God Speed.

poem by Buxton Shippy
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Come On Henry

Come on Henry she said
come up and see me some
time but Henry said sorry

dame but I can't today it's
just not possible the wife's
coming back from the shops

and you know what wives are
like and she said oh come
on Henry that's not stopped

you before climbing the stairs
and knocking my door oh that
was for sugar or was it coffee?

Henry said I cannot recall oh
heck Henry don't be such a bore
you've been to my bed many

times before oh Honey don't
be so with me now I got to be
careful the wife's in a mood

the neighbours are talking they
twitch their curtains and peek
through blinds oh to hell with

them she said they've filthy old
minds oh listen baby maybe
tomorrow when the wife's away

I‘ll come borrow some sugar or
coffee or whatever you like and
share your bed you'll come now

Henry or not come at all the young
dame said oh come on sugar give
me a break let me come another

time and I will bring flowers and
chocolates and love and my body
hot ok she said if you promise me

such I'll cut to a break not for you
or your body but my heart's sake.

poem by Terry Collett
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Lingers

Smokin The Herb Again

Confrontations

Naked Before My Eyes

Suppressed Anger

Feeling Freer To Smile With Less Suspicion

An Afternoon Poem

Custard Creams

Cinnamon

My Mind Is Not Design To Only Address The Best

In the thought of you

you and I, and the cat

My Little Comfort

Drop Your Buns Aunt Betty

Too Specific

Get Your Biscuits In The Oven And Your Buns In The Bed

To the bible-bashers I just turned away

You Asked For This

In Memory Of Peter R. Bruneau

Come On Henry

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