Oh You, Ewe
Oh you,
Ewe.
There grazing on the fresh grass,
Dewed before dawn.
And I see your reflection on the ewer,
As I pour from it sweetened liquid.
Remembering your youthfulness,
As I enjoy the mutton stew.
And the chops I seasoned.
One day to be thawed and equally enjoyed.
Oh you,
Ewe.
So tasteful are you too when pied!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Bust My Chops
Im sick and tired of you calling me names Im sick and tired of your childish games
Im sick and tired of your bullshit brats cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks
Picked up the magazine, I see your face youre nothin boy, a goddamn waste
With the lamest fashions on your back youre never happy, a hypochondriac
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops yeah
Youre a styling queen and an alley cat too many chocolates keep a fat man fat
Youre a pain in the ass, and your on the loose all I get from you is your bad attitude
Dirty mouth, its all I can bear get outta here bitch, cause youre nowhere
Always wearin that cheap perfume can always tell when youre in the room
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops ah
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops alright
song performed by by Ramones
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Better Get Back In Bed
(pied piper)
(Id better get back in bed)
(hope Ill see you again)
(pied piper)
(Id better get back in bed)
(hope Ill see you again)
(pied piper)
(Id better get back in bed)
(hope Ill see you again)
(pied piper)
(Ill be running along)
Thirty seconds after he was in bed
He fell back to sleep
The next morning
He had forgotten all about
What had happened the night before
But when night time came once again
His thoughts somehow found their way back
To remembering the fascinating episode of the night before
He he turned out his bedroom light
And sat in his favorite chair
Thoughts danced in his head for a while
Suppose I went to check and see if my transistor is still down there he
Said I wonder what would happen
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Mutton
Gently stir and blow the fire,
Lay the mutton down to roast,
Dress it quickly, I desire,
In the dripping put a toast,
That I hunger may remove --
Mutton is the meat I love.
On the dresser see it lie;
Oh, the charming white and red;
Finer meat ne'er met the eye,
On the sweetest grass it fed:
Let the jack go swiftly round,
Let me have it nice and brown'd.
On the table spread the cloth,
Let the knives be sharp and clean,
Pickles get and salad both,
Let them each be fresh and green.
With small beer, good ale and wine,
Oh ye gods! how I shall dine.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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Me-Stew
I have nothing to put in my stew, you see,
Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,
So I'll just climb in the pot to see
If I can make a stew out of me.
I'll put in some pepper and salt and I'll sit
In the bubbling water--I won't scream a bit.
I'll sing while I simmer, I'll smile while I'm stewing,
I'll taste myself often to see how I'm doing.
I'll stir me around with this big wooden spoon
And serve myself up at a quarter to noon.
So bring out your stew bowls,
You gobblers and snackers.
Farewell--and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Society of Grazing Sheep
The herd meanders, searching for the green
Pastures that hide past distant mountaintops.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
The herd looks down, ignoring what they've seen.
They're too busy chewing grass to stop.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
The herd wanders only to convene
In the pursuit of inhaling more crops.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
They don't yet realize that hungry eyes
Guide them—that wolves are hiding in disguise.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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The stew mixed by many is ill-seasoned and worse cooked.
Me And Nature
I love to enjoy the wind that
rule the shore of the ocean,
i love to enjoy the wild sun
of Africa and the expatacular
snow of of europe,
i love to enjoy the beauty and
the fragrance of flower that
grace the soil of Africa (Europe,
America) .
I love to enjoy the divine beauty
of the sky at nite when the sun
and the stars proof their worth,
i love to enjoy the rain so when
it pour i dance my way through
it.
I love to enjoy the green grass so
when am within them i feel them
with my hands
i love to enjoy the sweet melodies
of the brids, the sound of the
flute and that of the drum.
I love to enjoy nature..
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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With Silent Lips
I had intended to pour you a cup of tea.
With silent lips.
But the dawn arises,
And it provides my lift!
Not that one...
If you suspect,
I awaken thinking of sex.
Put those thoughts to rest.
Yes,
In the quietness of chirping...
From the morning birds!
I had intended to pour you a cup of tea.
With silent lips.
As we start this day,
Feeling ambitious...
With all BS left,
To a yesterday lived!
But it appears I've been addicted,
To conversate the past.
As it attaches itself,
Like dew on grass.
And celebrating it with a quickness,
While sipping and dismissing what is delicious.
It appears I have a preference,
To discuss my indifferences.
I had intended to pour you a cup of tea.
Seriously...
With silent lips.
Can you find yourself forgiving me?
Knowing we both enjoy the same habits.
Afflicted by rumors and gossip!
And the sharing of it,
To satisfy lives we live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoy and Get it On
Oh I'm makin' my way back home
Least that's what I told her on the phone
Been a while since I made her smile
And I know she gonna dig my style
Could you enjoy baby
Really enjoy gettin' it on
Could I get some pie ala mode
When I come in off the road
Do she still have her fightin' gear
Just one look is gonna make it clear
If she would enjoy baby
Really enjoyed gettin' it on
How does it feel holdin' me again
She's holdin' on like it gonna never end
Well I'm home thinkin' I should stay
While I'm here just let me hear you say
Say you enjoyed baby
Really enjoyed gettin' it on
song performed by by ZZ Top from Tejas
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Enjoy & Get It On
Oh Im makin my way back home
Least thats what I told her on the phone
Been a while since I made her smile
And I know she gonna dig my style
Could you enjoy baby
Really enjoy gettin it on
Could I get some pie ala mode
When I come in off the road
Do she still have her fightin gear
Just one look is gonna make it clear
If she would enjoy baby
Really enjoyed gettin it on
How does it feel holdin me again
Shes holdin on like it gonna never end
Well Im home thinkin I should stay
While Im here just let me hear you say
Say you enjoyed baby
Really enjoyed gettin it on
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Let Us Enjoy
Let us enjoy our lives
no matter how humble
that they may be.
Let us enjoy every new day born
no matter how imperfect
that it can be.
Let us enjoy everything
we are given as though
it may be our last.
Let us enjoy all we have
and hold it tightly
as it could so easily fade away.
Let us enjoy each and everything
always remembering
they are God’s gifts to us.
poem by David Harris
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Time Ebbs Liquid
watch rain fall
time ebbs liquid
liquid sunshine
kisses blesses
earth embraced
whispers new growth
green liquid waves
roll across landscapes
sprout vibrant fresh
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Brother And Sister
"SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head."
Thus the prudent brother said.
"Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?"
Thus his sister calm replied.
"Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I'd make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth"
The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, "Only try!"
Off to the cook he quickly ran.
"Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can."
And wherefore should I lend it you?"
"The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew."
"What meat is in that stew to go?"
"My sister'll be the contents!"
"Oh"
"You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?"
"No!"
Moral: Never stew your sister.
poem by Lewis Carroll
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Test My Appetite
Some prefer and choose perfection,
To convey ideals...
Promoted to instill.
With a showing of a knowledge...
In a hope that this appeals.
And then there are those,
Who have chosen to be real.
Grounded and solid of sound minds.
To find they are critiqued...
By those of the pretentious kind.
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
In these times,
I will nourish first...
Before rehearsing any refinement,
I've learned from the past.
But today does not work.~
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
Go ahead!
Test my appetite!
I dare you.
Leave that stew.
And I'll show you what can be done with it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You know you can get gaudy with something, and they didn't do that. To me, I think it's very tasteful, well done, with the silver and gold and the engraving. I think it's very tasteful.
quote by Earl Scruggs
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Traces of my touch
I've pushed the borders
I left the stations
The trains are equally sad
The passengers equally busy
I've crossed the moonlight
I've swum the seas
The drops are equally wet
The depths are equally low
I've touched the treetops
I've opened the nests
The boughs are equally fragile
The root is equally deep
Nothing has changed
But the traces of my touch
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Nightmare
There is not a season enjoyed,
From one's past...
Coming back packaged gift wrapped.
Nor are those times spent,
Mingling with new friends met...
When first attending elementary school,
Returning to enjoy the freedom of recess.
Although,
Many are wishing with fingers crossed...
A tomorrow that comes,
Will be sugarized with a sweetened taste...
Freed from the rapid changes.
A reality today presents.
With a hope that this awakens them,
From the experience of what they perceive...
Has been a prolonged nightmare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liquid Depression (3)
I'm no exception
I'm owned by the liquid depression
Most people don't know
When I played my part
I couldn't depart
Broken hearted
That's when I started
Down the wrong path
I headed and never dreaded
The liquid depression
That kept me sane in this game
I would drink Jack until
I couldn't remember my name
I know it may drive me insane
Before I'm through playing this game
The liquid depression is like a thirst quencher for my soul
You know the memories I have to control
Liquid depression is my only hope for peace within
I can't control the thirst in my soul or the sin
I know it's a game I just can't win
Remembering liquid depression while
Writing prose poems in free verse
Now give me a few minutes to rehearse
Before I come up with another verse
poem by Frankie Stamey
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En[joy]
to solange bied-charreton
enjoy
enjoyed
enjoyfu l
enjoyment
joys
joyce
joyful
joyous
joystick
enjoy your day
enjoy your meal
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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This 'Eve' Releases and Frees
The 'eve' of fresh beginnings approach.
And this one does not linger to sit,
Upon a threshold wishing to cross.
It takes a leap into a future unknown,
Like any other.
But unlike another...
This 'eve' releases and frees us to live,
A quality of life so abundant in cleared comprehension.
It comes as 'if' a sweetened existence has been added,
With unexpected spice,
Liked.
And savored by all to enjoy.
And 'threats' of any kind,
Seem to be wiped away with stress from our minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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