Living Within Reduced Means
Variety may be the spice of life...
For those who can choose,
Whether or not...
To have beans and rice,
With a taste for steak.
Thawing to roast and bake,
In a pre-heated oven.
Some today see variety as a luxury.
And preparing rice and beans,
Has become a daily ritual.
Since fixed budgets,
Have arrived on their scenes.
Living within reduced means,
Is a reality for many that has demeaned.
And those still fortunate to have variety,
In their lives...
Stretch limited paychecks,
Realizing they have no idea...
What each day to them brings next.
Yet hopeful they are,
What is enjoyed today for them stays.
At least until that steak that thaws,
Is cooked.
And delivered in a presentation,
That is well done with vegetables...
Dripping deliciously and sautéed.
As seen in gourmet cookbooks.
And leftovers are as appreciated...
Without getting a dirty look.
From someone who believes...
An abundance of choices,
Will remain to feed their greed.
And prayers received are answered,
That returns them to an accustomed...
Feast of gluttony.
Without the fears of retribution,
That the stolen beef they eat...
Will not be taken from them by other thieves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beans Taste Fine
Now a friend of mine, way back in Chicago
You know, he finally made his pile.
Well he got himself a mansion on Butler and Sheff
An' he was livin' in the latest style;
But I run into him, he was eatin' in a greasy spoon
While parkled in front was his big limousine.
I said, 'Buddy, you've got so much money
How come youre in here, eatin' beans?'
An' he said
'After you've been havin' steak for a long time,
Beans, beans taste fine.
An' after you've been drinkin' champagne and brandy
You gonna settle for wine.'
He said 'The world is funny, and people are strange,
And man is a creature of constant change, and
After you've been havin' steak for a long time
Beans, beans taste fine.'
Now, you know I ran into another friend of mine
In a rowdy old Clark Street Bar.
I said, 'Friend, is it true what I heard about you?
I heard you married a beautiful 18-year-old shapely movie star,
Yet here you sit, tryin' to make out with some barfly
Who's too old and ugly to be true.'
He said, 'Shelley, you're still a very young man
So sit down. I'll explain it all to you.
He said
'After you've been havin' steak for a long time
Beans, beans taste fine.
An' after you've been drinkin' champagne and Chivas Regal
You gonna settle for Thunderbird wine.'
He said 'The world is funny, and people are strange,
And man is a creature of constant change, and
After you've been havin' steak for a long time
Beans, beans taste fine.'
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Whose design is this?
How, if food is without spice?
How, if life goes without spice?
Spice is variety.
Variety is option for change.
The left out one is cursed
And the one acquired is blessed.
The user is ever jubilant.
12.0.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Over The Top And Unneccesary
Let's face it!
We live to know some animosities felt.
It is an experience of living a life,
Teased by a variety of choices...
From which to pick and choose.
And some adapt to adjust.
While others can not seem to stop.
Many dissatisfied,
And craving just to feed a need to greed...
Will always feel themselves to be entitled,
To what others have.
No matter what they've got.
Even if their actions to get it...
Are over the top and unneccesary.
Let's face it!
We live to know some animosities felt.
And those who carry their immaturities,
To the heights of extreme...
Will always feel they are justified,
To satisfy their spoiled ways.
Even if this means demeaning the lives of others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'll Eat The Fish
I use to like it well done not rare.
Prepared tenderly as if one cared.
I had to have my steak well cooked and baked.
I use to slice it into pieces split,
With fried potatoes...
And some wine to slowly sip.
But when I changed my diet I got into fish.
And I discovered baked fish was quite delicious.
That was it.
And today there is no beef for me,
I'll eat the fish!
I use to slice my beef into tiny pieces split.
But when I changed my diet I got into the fish.
That was it.
That was it.
And today there is no beef for me I will eat the fish!
That is it for me...
Today I'm on the fish!
I use to like it well done not rare.
Prepared tenderly as if one cared.
I had to have my steak well cooked and baked.
I use to slice it into pieces split,
With fried potatoes...
And some wine to slowly sip.
But today there is no beef for me I will eat the fish!
That is it for me...
Today I'm on the fish!
Today there is no beef for me I will eat the fish!
That is it for me...
Today I'm on the fish!
Even fish sticks,
Will be eaten very quick.
I will handled eating up those fish sticks very quick.
Especially if they're deep fried and battered!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In things to be seen at once, much variety makes confusion, another vice of beauty. In things that are not seen at once, and have no respect one to another, great variety is commendable, provided this variety transgress not the rules of optics and geometry.
quote by Christopher Wren
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Duct Tape World
rice and beans,
in the slow pot...
morning hangs,
duct tape lives
in the balance....
eyes wide open,
looking both ways...
grab a smoke,
and a shovel....
join in!
wiping last night's love
from the corner of the eyes,
or maybe just memory,
and an empty chair....
long autumn day
on the path to deliverence....
rice and beans,
in a duct tape world!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I eat a variety of foods like vegetables, fruit and beef for protein and iron.
quote by Sasha Cohen
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Stimulant Spice To Life
while cherishing variety
thy pen the origin becomes
inspiration is for several
simple poems I deeply love
for one who thinks dreams
in stratum layered words
inter-dimensions wonders
appreciation adored variety
is stimulant spice to life
(Inspired by the writer and poetess Miroslava Odalovic)
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dirty Martini
Two in the morning there's a drink in my hand
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
Nothing moving the place but sweat
I heard a rumour 'bout a Cajun band
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
The bartender says it's early yet
Wait the bartender says it's early yet
Too many olives in too much gin
Steppin' out in the City of Sin
Too much dirty rice and too many beans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
Have another, i believe i will
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
And you can stir it with a dirty spoon
There's a perscription i've gotta fill
(Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini)
And the Doctor's gonna be here soon
Jimmy says the Doctor's gonna be here soon
Too many olives in too much gin
Steppin' out in the City of Sin
Too much dirty rice and too many beans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
Gettin' down and dirty down in New Orleans
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Sonnet: Variety in Life
If sweetened foods be taken on most days,
Until aversion takes the upper hand:
The buds of taste seek foods in hotter ways,
And sweetened stuff must be put to remand.
One cannot have the same things o’er again,
Man wants a change and variety in life;
We want the sun and in-between the rain;
We want our joys be followed by some strife.
When things are done in dull monotony,
Discontent fills the heart and mind of man;
No man can live with mere acrimony;
We shut the windows, sometimes switch on fan.
Variety is the spice of life all say,
And that is why God gave us night and day!
7-9-2001
poem by John Celes
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Poverty
he is arrested today on a charge of grave threats
against his very own aunt who owns a store selling rice and salted fish
and sugar and coffee and eggs and mongo beans
he has nothing to eat and hurt his back and cannot really walk straight
like an ordinary man
yesterday he asksed a little help from his aunt for he was so hungry and had not eaten his breakfast as last night it rained so hard and his lamp went out andcould not catch the american frogs on the pond that taste like chickens for his supper with his mother and two other siblings who are very hungry too and there are no more bananas and potatoes in their farm which did not yield a good harvest of rice as the cost of fertilizer has gone more than twice their price last month and they have nothing to spray to kill the army worms
and the clerk asks if they have no chickens and there is none as all died
because of bird flu that came too early this year
and he was too angry because his aunt would not give them a little rice
or at least let them borrow for the meantime that they have no work
because the municipality is laying off all the casual employees that dig
the ditch along the muddy road
and so he threatened his aunt as he was so hungry and he took the chupa of
rice and a cup of mongo beans and a piece of salted fish for home
and so he is arrested today not just for grave threats but also for theft
he is the thief
that hunger and anger have successfully molded before our very eyes
that know no pity no compassion, and we shall now ask:
what is the verdict your honor? is he guilty as charged?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unleash It From Its Cage
That variety of life that you are,
Unleash it from its cage.
Those expectations unsatisfied,
By restricting limits!
Why do people invite...
A lesser appetite of life.
The abundance that Mother Nature has shown,
To be known as a given.
Is under utilized.
Why do those prefer to hide...
Following with a focused-ness,
Fixed upon another's...
Footsteps,
That may or may not appear to glide.
From shadows come out,
To be whoever you are.
If you've decided to shine in light...
Why are you still in rehearsal?
Pacing back and forth as if...
You are afraid of the audience.
They have no clue,
As to which lines learned belong to you.
That variety of life that you are,
Unleash it from its cage.
Turn and read a new chapter.
Those you have already read...
Need not your current routine to relive them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Click Your Heels Until Your Feet Numbs
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'Pretend it's steak.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'Pretend that and vegetables,
Are on your plate.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'Now 'see' yourself not homeless.
See yourself in a mansion,
High upon the hill!
Dance among the flowers scenting.
Go ahead,
Pick a few of those blooming daffodils.
Don't be discouraged,
By your sightings of those who have not!
Look upon them as the true victims.
And ignoring them will speed up your visions.
To forget you are jobless,
Helpless and your teeth rot!
Remember this,
Keep your need to greed wished.
Click your heels until your feet numbs.
And your deceit and thieving ways...
On this land 'will' return.
And those days of gluttony,
For you and everyone...
Will finally to all,
Someday come.
Close your eyes...
Repeat.
And pass me the pepper,
Gravy.
And salt to throw over my shoulder to toss!
Repeat,
With me...
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'That's it,
Pretend it's steak.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'That's it.
Now,
Let's pretend that and vegetables,
Are on our plates.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'Now 'see' yourself not homeless.
See yourself in a mansion,
High upon the hill!
Dance among the flowers scenting.
Go ahead,
Pick a few of those blooming daffodils.
Remember this,
Keep your need to greed wished.
Click your heels until your feet numbs.
And those days of gluttony,
For you and everyone...
Will finally to all,
Someday come.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'That's it,
Pretend it's steak.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'That's it.
Now,
Let's pretend that and vegetables,
Are on our empty plates.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcome To 'This' Side of 'Your' World
A variety kept of our consumptions,
Is being forced from us to be dumped.
The appeal to the eyes may remain to tease,
But people today can not afford their luxuries.
On any level.
Luxurious things to enhance an impressive lifestyle,
Should not be leased if one can't keep it.
Ownership does not matter,
If the mortgage due isn't paid.
Or those contacts we make with taxes.
And billed with fees attached,
For lack of quick payment.
Welcome to 'this' side of 'your' world.
A variety kept of our consumptions,
Is being forced from us to be dumped.
The appeal to the eyes may remain to tease,
But people today can not afford their luxuries.
On any level.
It is as if the stunning came,
Hitting one over the head with a shovel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is taste in variety, and variety in taste.
Good art is art that allows you to enter it from a variety of angles and to emerge with a variety of views.
quote by Mary Schmich
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Rice
On table plateful cooked rice,
Still the steam emits.
On chair I did cling,
Waited my wife curry to bring.
Beyond the plate, I behold
The farm wet with solicitude
Where the peasants
Sow the seeds.
Hot rice brings to the mind,
The paddy plants pined,
And the debt cankered peasants,
Whose sweats the balm to welted awns.
Held the rusty scythes,
And bent like the scythes,
The darkened women sang throat opened,
And the folk song my core vibrated.
Cooked rice still steamy,
And white purely,
As the mind of farmer,
The climate and price fall boiled ever.
Born to toil in the soil,
Farmers return to the soil,
To feed the worms,
Hanging on a rope hopeless.
When my dear curry brought,
I painfully thought:
No life without rice,
And without the peasant no rice.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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With Wishes To Fulfill Individual Greeds
I wouldn't want to be a pharaoh.
Not today.
Not at these prices to pay.
People uniting,
With wishes to fulfill individual greeds.
A taste of variety,
Has once peaceful places...
Feeding this as possibilities.
No one is satisfied to follow a leader.
Not one who has fed...
With a flaunting done,
And a parading around...
While enforcing others to beg!
Oh no!
Those times are being ushered to go!
I wouldn't want to be a pharaoh.
Not today.
Not at these prices to pay.
People uniting,
With wishes to fulfill individual greeds.
A taste of variety,
Has once peaceful places...
Feeding this as possibilities.
Oh no!
Those times are being ushered to go!
Although no one can keep visions like this...
Wished with demands,
To live in splendor when money is at hand.
Or...
Had been.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Mental And Physical Health Reasons
Short term memories manipulated to feed...
Upon long term needs,
With investments made on sand castles...
Can be successfully done.
IF the fad of chasing rainbows,
Remains fashionable...
And,
One stays fantasized within their minds,
With an accepting of a total brainwashing.
And...
A lifetime of nourishing on delusions.
A weeping mouse can dream,
For the taste of cheese.
And for some,
A picture of a steak...
Is better than none.
But one facing reality as it is today,
And has taken the suggestion to do it...
Has been saved from the monitoring,
Of taking an assortment of daily medications.
For mental and physical health reasons.
And this may be difficult to detect,
Since everyone is addicted...
To one myth or another,
That explains the endurance of their aches and pains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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