Main Entrée
Hope all of you are having a fantastic New Year...
Thus far.
And remember this:
Keep your dreams and wishes as your 'main' entrée.
Whenever you are deciding what choices to make,
From life's menu of events?
Do 'not' be discouraged if what is wished,
Isn't listed as being available to serve.
You will just have to find a way,
To whip 'that' up yourself.
You know what you like...
And how you want 'that' presented!
For 'your' enjoyment!
Exclusively.
And eat as much to your heart's content.
AND...
IF anyone 'should' say,
You are full of 'yourself'?
Let them know just how right they are!
'Im-me-jet-ly! '
Oh, yes!
At least this has been identified.
And you are 'not' in a state of denial!
To hide or confuse.
And 'everything' dished on your plate,
Will be enjoyed!
And...
To annoy?
You turn this into a buffet!
Licking your fingers,
Publicly and sometimes not...
Everyday!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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The Full Catastrophe
Written by: John Mellencamp
I've ridden down Sunset
I drank expensive wine
I've been married 2 dozen times
Raised ten children on a workman's pay
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life
I've sat in courtrooms
had people call me names
I've been to London town
On a supersonic plane
I was lovin' your wife
While you were lovin mine
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life
I've opened my belt to trouble everyday
Ain't looking for a fight
But you know I won't run away
From the full catastrophe of life
I've seen the goodness
I've known the baddest around
I was tattooed when it first came out
I shook the hand that showed Moses the way
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Keep Your Wishes Superlicious
Keep your wishes 'superlicious'
And keep your worth
Above the dirt.
Do not haste
To crave the taste of greatness!
Throw sour grapes away.
Unless you are using them,
For a display...
To convey what is not on your menu,
Today!
Keep your wishes 'superlicious'
And keep your worth,
Above the dirt.
You deserve a plate spiced with life!
Toss away the bitterness...
And turn up your inner light!
Keep your wishes 'superlicious'...
No matter who chooses,
To use or abuse you...
With a fading delight to backbite!
Keep your wishes 'superlicious'...
And your life one that excites!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This 'Event' Is Not Customized
If you do not like or enjoy,
What is being offered...
Stop returning to the buffet.
What has been dished,
Is it!
Your complaints,
Are not going to change...
The arrangement of the selections.
If you do not like or enjoy,
What is being offered...
Stop returning to the buffet.
Others have done it,
And have successfully moved on their way.
No one but you,
Has suggested to the cook...
What added ingredient to use,
To sweeten or suit a particular taste.
If what you perceive is not happening for you...
Do not wait to be force fed.
This 'event' is not customized,
For apologies served to render.
Not here!
Today...
Or on tomorrow's menu!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Death Is Coming Soon
My death it is coming soon
I can feel it in the air
And I know that I will not be missed
Even when I am lying there.
I have tried the best in this life
And I helped out all that I could
But when it came my time for help
I looked around, and no one stood.
I don't know who I am anymore
I know that I just don't belong
So when I leave this world I wont care
Because I believe my living was all wrong.
My death it is in my dreams
So in reality I am dying everyday
I have pleaded and begged to everyone
Even to GOD I fell to my knees to pray.
I wished that I would be missed before I was gone
I wished someone in myself, would just believe
But all I hear is that I didn't miss much in this life
But they never had to plead, what about me.
If I were someone else it would be a different story
Their life and memories wouldn't be at the end
Someone would be there for them each and everyday
And everywhere they look, they would see a friend.
My life is coming to an end
Everyday I feel the coldness that much more
Now overtime that I look, I am alone
As no one sides with me, no one has done before.
Why must one person in life be treated so bad
Why must his dreams and wishes be washed away
Is everyone else wishes more important that is
Should his dreams and wishes be all erased.
I am told to wish and dream what others expect
Even if its the dreams and wishes that others had
But then all theirs smiles have been from yesterday
And yesterday was the time that made me glad.
My life is almost at its end
I can feel the people walking on my grave
And one thing I do know, it is I will be replaced
And truly I wish everyone a happier and peaceful day.
So why must I be treated the way that I am
I truly do try my best to help people in this life
To see them smile and not to hurt anyone
What wrong could be worth that simple price.
So I wish my life was a better time
I wish and pray that all treated me like a friend
And I wish I wasn't used or took advantage of
And sadly, I wish that my life wasn't coming to its end.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Wonderful Birthday
I'm sending a basket full of wishes
Along with my love, care and kisses
And hope that all your dreams come true
And that is my wish that is true
For dreams are your imagination's key
That let you look at this wold's tree
All nice things that are present in it
That holds joy and fun in its every bit
And I also wish that may your day
Be fabulous and fantastic in every way
So you can remember it and have more fun
Till the appearance of the next day's sun.
Happy Birthday! ! !
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Rainbow wishes
Rainbow wishes
Have you seen high up there in the very dark sky
Shining through stormy drops of heavy rain
Appearing like a colored stream
A rainbow inviting our imagination
To make us wish wishes full of dreams
Looking up there into the very dark sky
Seems as wonders could take place
Where does the rainbow come from
To make us wish wishes full of hope
Blinded by lightning up in the very dark sky
Us humble humans take shelter
Measuring tremendous strength of nature
To make us wish wishes full of caring
Astonished eyes search the very dark sky
Wondering why such beauty from above
Touches lightly our beloved earth
To make us wish wishes full of love
Watching slowly the incredible shades
Now definitively fading far away
As the rainbow disappears into cloudy sky
To make us wish wishes for a good earthly life
(2008, Switzerland)
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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They Keep To Themselves Exclusively
The only ones who advocate wars and fighting,
Are those who seek images of being victorious...
To ignore the ones who leave their blood,
Left to be forgotten on foreign battlefields.
While those who charade their greatness,
Choose to use their expertise...
In dividing people and also those who have enlisted,
To serve in the military...
With choices to feed their own greeds.
That leaves them deciding who is entitled...
To share a feast they did not earn,
They keep to themselves exclusively.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Remember My Strength
Remember that door
You closed on me?
Remember my grief,
You enjoyed seeing me release?
Remember the moans from my anguish,
And screams?
It's your turn to wear that suit.
And like me...
You will not find your needs or wishes,
Addressed.
Or to mean anything,
By those unimpressed.
And you will not experience it...
The rejection I lived with!
But you will remember my strength.
Since it came to become my own to contain.
With much less support...
You campaigned to gain,
To silence your collection of whimpers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Battle Song
There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming,
Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,
Frail folk shuddering and stout folk steaming --
Steaming in the heat of the fray.
Midnight striking and the strife appalling,
Strong men staggering and weak men falling,
And deep in the heart of me a still voice calling:
'Make for the buffet while you may.
'Make for the buffet while you may, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet while you can;
There's hope for the stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the thirsty man.
Thrust through the throng! Be obstreperous and strong!
Fight till your strength is sped.
Fight and prevail; do not falter, do not fail,
Make for the buffet and be fed!
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet and be strong;
Dense is the press and the air is growing less,
Fierce is the fight and long.
Fierce is the fight and oppressive is the night,
Stern is the strife and fell;
Pale is your cheek; you are wan and you are weak;
Make for the buffet and be well!'
Painfully and wearily the hours are dragging,
Old men are falling now and young men flagging;
White ties weakening and stiff shirts sagging --
Sagging as the hours go by.
Consciousness is failing me and outlines merging,
Thunder in my ears as of sea-foam surging,
And deep in the heart of me a faint voice urging:
'Make for the buffet lest you die.
'Make for the buffet lest you die, poor stranger;
Make for the buffet while you can;
Fight your way through like a woman in a queue,
Fight like a jungle-man!
Batter the élite with your hands and your feet,
Butt them in the backs with your head:
Strike for your own! You are hungry and alone;
Make for the buffet and be fed.
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet lest you die.
There's hope for stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the throat that's dry.
Courage and strength will rewarded be at length;
Weight in the end will tell.
Up, then, and on! Are you weary? Are you wan?
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor stranger!
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor ranger!
Make for the buffet and be well!'
poem by Patrick Barrington
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Remember Me
“Remember Me”
When the winter comes
And you feel life’s coldness
Just remember me.
Retain our memories
And sit by your diaries
Sure you’ll find me.
Remember me
When the rain rolls
Down the cloud’s cheek
Like when my tears burnt
My heart so deep.
Remember me
When the sun waves goodbye
And goes searching for a mountain
To sleep behind.
Remember when you forced me to leave
When you made me hide behind grief.
And sure in your diaries you’ll find me.
Remember me
When the rose smiles to the dew
When my heart to yours flew.
Remember when you see our dreams come true
With ones except me and you.
And sure in your diaries you’ll find me.
Remember me
When the baby bird calls the dawn
Fearing darkness,
Wishing light to go on.
Remember my heart calling your love to go on.
Remember me.
poem by Shymaa Awad
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Find New Ways to Annoy
To those who annoy...
For purposes to gain attention.
And other conscious efforts,
Motivated by childhood deprivation.
Or something connected,
To a seeking not found.
Listen up!
Find new ways to annoy.
Don't just do it,
Because it is enjoyed and routine.
Make this a process of your creativity.
Revel with refreshed integrity involved.
Build upon it.
And you can...
Take pride that 'your' annoyance done,
Is second to none.
With an established identity,
Only you can deliver!
Only 'you' can prevent...
Hand-me-down-annoyances.
Make that your goal.
Think it over.
You can develop your own customed genre.
*Annoyances From The Heart*
Or something like that.
Just don't annoy for the hell of it!
Make it your concentrated area,
Of a deliberate artform.
And, If you'd like...
I'll provide you with a list of folks,
To test market your service.
I see success there for you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Poem By Louise Gluck, Now Rate It Zero, You Have Taste
Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished for?
I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished for?
I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alan's Choices (Life Poem)
My life is full of choices I do not want to make,
If they came a little slower I wouldn't feel so bad,
But I sometimes feel I'm drowning, when they
Come from every angle, so I really cannot breathe.
My life is full of tricks that I use to help me cope,
My favourite is my iPod, of which I have a few,
I listen to my music loud, so nothing can intrude,
I just repeat a favourite bar, a hundred times
Or more, it's like a drug to me because, I need
It all the time, sometimes I forget and bring
It in my bath, which makes the man at Apple
A very happy man, because I need, a new one
Every time, the price I think is small because,
It protects me from all those choices, which
Would simply make me sad, and I can make
The ones I want to make, exactly when I wish.
My life is full of choices I do not want to make,
So I suppose the iPod washing is because, it
Really is my tap, to let some choices in, and stop
The drowning feeling, which too many choices bring.
poem by Ian Beckett
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The Pancake Parlor
The pancake parlor is a great place to meet,
Where you can enjoy, your favorite meal you want to eat;
Go anytime of the day, they're open right thru, till 1am its true,
And such great service, and pleasant, to me and to you.
They've got a menu, at a reasonable price, to afford,
And you're not kept waiting to keep you so bored;
The seating is comfortable, so you won't be sore,
And as I said the price is okay, won't leave you poor.
Try the great menu, with entree', main course and sweet,
From steak to fries, pancakes with the lot, is a treat;
Salads of every kind, with dressings, make it complete,
Then icecream sundaes, or fruit salad as a sweet.
Yes! Go to the parlor the next meal you eat out,
Take your friends and tell them you'll shout;
A lovely drink, of iced lemon or orange tea,
Maybe something hot, like chocolate, with your tea.
Thanks all you staff, at the pancake parlor, your great,
To cheer up the lonely, when they have no mate;
And you will find, to go there you don't need to explain,
Why you chose to eat there, your privacy with you will remain.
poem by Margaret Haig
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This I Have I Been Shown
Remember those days,
Seeing people cross a street...
To avoid the ones hungry and homeless?
With a looking down from their held high noses,
As if to evaluate those in need.
Do you remember experiencing hard times,
Knee deep in troubles...
And those you knew abandoned you?
To leave you and wouldn't even speak...
IF they saw you on the street or anywhere publicly.
With their evaluations.
Do you remember getting up on your own two feet,
And determined to beat the odds?
Do you remember beating those odds,
To find yourself feeling blessed...
Confessing your gratefulness to those,
Who had not a clue who you were?
Although...
You remember those days,
Seeing them cross the street to avoid speaking?
But...
You have no problem at all assisting them,
As they experience homelessness and hunger.
And you are not there to evaluate.
Do you remember experiencing hard times,
Knee deep in troubles...
And those you knew abandoned you?
To leave you and wouldn't even speak...
IF they saw you on the street or anywhere publicly?
Do you remember those days keeping your faith,
When that was all that you had to display?
Wishing you could rub a dime in your pocket.
Do you remember giving your last five dollars away,
Knowing it was okay?
And WHO and WHAT knew what it took to make you happy.
With a delivering to you all your needs?
I do.
And I don't need a hint or a clue from anyone to know this.
Nor their self righteous evaluations.
And I take pride in knowing from where it was I came.
I've taken full responsibility for my actions,
With a pause to hesitate.
And I will never find blame to fault anyone,
For the most fantastic lessons I have ever learned.
I have long awakened to know,
The Creator does not always favor...
Those impeccably dress who detest others,
Given images to test as assignments...
To uncover where one's heart is located.
This I have been shown,
Many times.
And...
Most times those who find themselves,
In positions to evaluate others...
Can not escape from being assessed,
By tests they are unaware to them had been given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish
I wished I had called to see if you were OK
But I was so caught up in my life
To even worry about your.
I wished I had been there for you
But I was to busy drinking
To even worry about you.
I wished I had cared more
But all I wanted was to escape
Even from you
I wished I had taken you seriously
But you tend to lie a lot
And I couldn't take you seriously
I wished I had told you I felt the same way
But I didn't want anyone to know I was in pain
Not even you
I wished you didn't feel like it was something you had to do
I wished you would of never pulled that trigger that night
I wished you could come back
I wished I told you that I loved you
But all theses excuses I make and wishes
Won't change the fact that your gone.
If Every Day Could Be Christmas
If every day could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
Christmas lights up the city
Roof tops covered in snow
Lover's sharing a slay ride cuddled close
And their eyes seem to glow
Window shopping on Main Street
Bundled up head to toe
The childeren ice-skating around the tree
I see smiles young and old
If every day could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
Church bells ring in the distance
Peace on earth fills the air
Side-walk Santa's handing out candy-canes
I feel love everywhere (everywhere)
If everyday could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
It's the time
we open up and give from the heart
Let love shine baby this time
If every day could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
If every day could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
If everyday could be Christmas
song performed by by 98 Degrees from This Christmas
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Seeking to Receive
You annoy!
As if it is enjoyed.
A specialty perfected that you do.
And it is not that I am cruel,
Pointing that out to you.
But you do it as if...
It is a gift from you I accept.
With an expectation from you I get.
You annoy!
As if it is by you enjoyed.
And I sit with you wondering...
If it is my patience given,
You wish to see from me...
Leave.
Before you decide,
That's the thrill you came seeking to receive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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