No One Is Left to Please You Like That
It's too late to have explanations,
Bared and on the table.
That was done when you said you had no appetite.
But I watched you reach for dessert.
And you had no problem...
Feeding yourself with sweets.
And now you wish for a dish of reality?
Small enough...
So you can pucker up and peck,
For the taste of it to please!
This is not off a menu to be requested.
Or is there anyone here,
Waiting for you to digest it!
This is it as it is...
Whether or not you accept it that way.
And scratched is the soft music,
With a candelabra displayed.
And the candles were plastic.
Not waxed as you requested for your charade...
You wished to parade with serenade.
No one is left to please you like that.
Not here!
Only truth is served.
Deserving of it or not.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Make No Attempt to Compliment
When the initiative is taken,
To inflict upon another heartbreak.
Expect to feel the remnants of it.
Or see bits and pieces served upon a plate.
Eat it.
With a hopeful wish...
There has been an invitation,
To taste dessert.
And what has been served,
Has been deserving.
And a forgiveness forthcoming,
Will be mutually delicious.
If expectations are there and desired,
To again share the same menu!
If not...
Make no attempt to compliment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Be Permitted to Sit or Take a Sniff
Some are selected to see and digest.
While others believe,
They are here to correct what's on the menu.
To decide what they will be served next.
And if the taste is not to their liking,
They rally to hire a new cook.
With a loud protest.
Instead of accepting,
They are powerless to elect...
What has been chosen to be most effective.
And not debated,
To be inspected as wished...
By those who will never be permitted,
To sit or take a sniff in the kitchen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Something to Nibble
Know you are deserving...
And you will be served!
If you wish to have dessert,
Select it with much verve.
Don't hesitate to enjoy,
Any leftovers on your plate.
You have already seasoned your dish,
And prepared it to your personal taste!
Relish this at your desire!
Knowing your request,
Has inspired the best of tests!
And motivated to satiate,
Those desires awaiting...
But not to consume,
Or indulge to excess!
Leave something to nibble.
Delight...
Between stops for rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only You Made Your Own Selections
You don't like the way that was said?
Too tart.
Too bitter.
Too direct.
Stick around.
That was only the tip of the iceberg,
Floating around without exposing depth.
From that set you inspect.
Continue if you wish,
To get even more upset.
And since you are seeking that which to dislike...
But somehow delight in the inviting of it.
Trust me...
What comes is going to feed your negative appetite.
To bite, chew and digest as you despise.
Think of it as dessert that pops your eyes.
Since from that menu...
Only you made your own selections.
There are others I would suggest,
But you are the keeper of your own requests.
So...
Enjoy!
And if you wish to annoy...
Keep that to yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Will Be There
No need for one to digest,
What is yet ready for one to order
From a selective menu.
When the appetite begins to crave...
The serving will be just as fresh,
The moment one gets it to devour.
Why sour one's taste,
For something that will sit on a plate...
Untouched without an interest,
To sample what is offered.
It will be there!
Whenever one comes,
And is prepared to indulge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digestive Darkness And Light
life is a mixture of light, darkness and truth
but are you digested on them?
digest what you see
digest what you feel
digest what you smell
digest what you touch
digest what you eat
digest what you think
digest what you speak
and you will be a truth by yoursekf
but but but but but but but but but
NEVER DIGEST YOUR DREAM
Respect My Muse
Eat what you requested for and,
Respect my muse;
Sleep on the bed you requested for and,
Respect my muse;
For this love is all about you and i! !
And like the land of sweet bananas and apples;
But, i will meet you whenever you are ready.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Return To Sender
Failure wished dispensed,
And is...
Seldom stops.
To leave those wishing it,
Upon others to experience...
A wealth of unspoken,
Back to back occurrences.
With a dropping of a load,
Of their desires.
Surprising them with wide eyes in disbelief,
How such failures requested...
Comes to stare them in the face.
Only to blame those chosen...
For not being where they should be,
When their wishes arrive at their front doors...
Delivered as gifts unexpectedly.
To have such failures declared...
Return To Sender.
Be careful of what is wished,
An overflowing of it may come...
When one is unprepared to accept.
Or the address is not correct,
As anticipated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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B.y.o.b.
When trust has been destroyed...
Who is going to ensure,
Appetizers on a menu...
Suit the taste,
Of guests
Others feel compelled to keep eyes on?
Someone served is going to get a chill first.
And a bill left to be paid,
By the one least prepared to receive unexpected stares.
And an appetite for what has been ordered,
Gone!
Some folks are not into false presentations.
Or the smell of sour cuisine.
Leaving those unaware of what is going on behind the scenes...
Realizing these types of functions,
Are better left 'boo-fayed' and dysfunctional!
With no one to feel they have to 'eat' what they do not like!
Bring what they wish to be dished.
And...
*B.Y.O.B.
'Bring-your -own-bodyguard'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lock Step
They claim there is a failure of leadership.
But no one acknowledges,
A failure to identify...
Who amongst them had been qualified.
Since those who follow...
Had seemed to be in lock step!
And isn't uniformity...
The only thing requested,
To bring to them an approved acceptance?
With similar beliefs...
They now see,
Has brought to them an agony.
Wished in a seeking...
Someone to deliver them from their grief!
Someone 'liked' they can torment...
Who will do exactly as they please.
'But that doesn't make too much sense! '
You know that.
And I do too!
That is why we are on the sidelines,
Observing them parade around like fools!
As we rest...
After removing our boots.
Choosing to separate ourselves,
From that kind of confusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Rating To Leave
Why come to sit down at a table,
On a daily and regular basis...
With nothing brought to offer or share,
To equal or compare...
To that which has been prepared.
With a glaring at the setting to closely inspect,
As if to ensure a quality with standards...
Has been appropriately met.
Then with a nibble to finish and eat to complete,
All that has been served to digest.
Only to complain about those conversations,
Not suitable to meet your standards or taste...
You seem to regret.
And with a rating to leave,
You believe could and should be more impressive.
And yet,
When tomorrow comes...
You will be the first to arrive,
Again!
To judge, evaluate and not speak.
As if to imply the menu does not satisfy.
With a rating to leave to denote your presence.
Or a lack of it there to participate and engage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flaming Dragon Curry
On the menu, I spotted Flaming Dragon Curry,
But, to try this dish, I am in no particular hurry;
It has onions, red peppers, and chicken (diced) ,
Steeped in seasoning, herbs, and Indian spice.
I'd probably be sitting there with streaming eyes:
For me to try this dish, I think, would not be wise.
As well as watery eyes, my mouth would be on fire;
Neither of which is a sensation I particularly desire.
Five red chillies indicated it was the hottest dish there;
Certainly way too hot for my taste-buds to ever bear.
I consider that this curry is only for the very brave;
It is certainly not a dish that I would ever crave.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Bacon Biscuit Blues
Put your biscuits in the oven
Honey, put your buns in bed
I wanna come inside your kitchen
Wanna taste your shortening bread
I want to jump into your skillet
Honey, tickle your home fries
I gotta hambone working fill it
Wont you try it on for size
Uh uh uh uh uh
Baby ask me no questions
Ill tell you no lies
Put your biscuits in the oven
Honey, watch my dumplin
Rise up - early in the morning
Rise up - late at night
Rise up - gotta get me a warning
Rise up - gonna whet your appetite
Gonna shake and bake you honey
I want a catcher in the rye
I wanna sop up all your gravy
From your deep dish apple pie
So open up your menu
I wanna slice your honey dew
I love it honey when you
Do me like you do
Uh uh uh uh uh
And if you ask me no questions
And tell me no lies
Put your biscuits in the oven
Honey, watch my dumplin
Rise up - early in the morning
Rise up - late late late at night
Rise up - giving me no warning
Rise up - gonna wet your appetite
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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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Many Don't Accept It and Fear It Getting Near
You're not the only one,
Who wishes truth to disappear.
Many don't accept it and fear it getting near.
Some believe that truth for them is an option.
Something that gives them a choice to make.
And if it was too bitter on the tongue for their taste...
It could be easily exchanged,
For a more suitable arrangement for them to embrace.
But truth is not a charade to play to mask in masquerade!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Knew That! That's Why You Accepted My Invitation
I am so glad I was able to accept your invitation,
To join you this evening to eat.
And I am famished too!
'Oh,
That makes me so glad to hear.
We might as well get started.
Excuse me for a moment.'
Take your time.
I love your home.
It's...
Expressive.
'I've never heard it termed that way.
But...
Thank you.
Begin anytime you wish.
I have tons of it.'
This?
This is nothing but a bunch of...
'I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
In my excitement,
I've served to you first the dessert.'
Dessert?
What?
I had expected...
'Don't say another word.
My bad!
Here...
It's now autographed.
You don't have to start with that book.
I do have other writings.'
Where is the food?
'I'm feeding that to you now.
I think we have a misunderstanding.
I thought you said you couldn't wait to feed,
On what I had to offer you to eat.
Don't you wish to be nourished by my wisdom?
That's what I am serving you to eat!
Me, my thoughts, my intelligence.'
Uh...
You don't have too many friends, .
Do you?
'There you go again.
Trying to read my mind.
Probe into my head.
You knew that.
That's why you accepted my invitation! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Appetite
I sometimes lose my appetite
and at times eat feverishly.
It's all connected to my outlook,
my emotionality.
For the want of food is augmented
by the peace that comes my way.
But let me see unpleasantness
and I cannot eat that day.
For the juice of a ripened apple
should be sweetened not by taste,
but by the mind that accepts it
and the sugar with which it's laced.
And the bitterness of the lemon
that makes me pucker and grimace
shuts my appetite right down
when my mind has gone amiss.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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How Can I? 2
stuck in my room,
another day i feel trapped,
doing what i don't want to do,
can't excape it,
you want to cut,
because it was your only
way out,
how can i continue to live?
with a life,
that has so many problem,
how can i tell my deepest problem,
when i know where they will lead me,
but, is it better than the place i
am now?
how can i find the strenght,
to get the help that i need?
when it so hard to accept,
that you were wrong,
after a whole year,
but, it better late than never,
wouldn't you say,
i'm tiried ot ending in the same place,
over and over,
because of stubborness,
when it just holding me back,
from doing what needs to get done,
but i'm left asking,
how can i change what i don't like?
when you on the thin line of,
reality and denial,
reality is hard to face,
while denial,
tells you what you want to hear,
but, than again,
that's the only reason i keep asking,
how can i?
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5-1-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Through Recommendation
Very few read...
So they are not informed.
All seem to believe what they hear.
So easily they are deceived.
They don't comprehend,
Anything that is said to them!
But they do know about 'sin'...
And that has been marketed,
Into a lifestyle...
Everyone participates in.
Mentioning truth is like pulling someone's tooth.
It aches for many to have that expressed.
Whenever it is addressed...
A fear takes over,
And it becomes a hiding contest.
Honesty is not a welcome custom at all.
Some feel it as unnatural...
And too many see it as a character flaw.
Yet everyone seems to be upset...
That their standards of life has taken a downfall.
But no one wants to admit it from their lips...
How they live was a conscious invitation.
Regardless if they now refuse or accept it!
Like indigestion constipating an infection.
Nothing would be the way it is...
If it had not come as requested.
Through recommendation or suggested!
And if it wasn't...
From where did it come from to exist and sit?
Has everyone been lieing to themselves?
Or waiting for a hypnotist to snap them out of it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ended Fare
Small is not small
Said the air
That is still today.
On the eastcoast
Light spark smile
And we stay.
Nothing is made by us
As you know said the air
That is fair.
On the hilltop
We discovered monkey
That ceases care.
Who is there
query air and requested
To return
While we ended fare.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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