On Dimples Denting
I planted kisses on her bisquits.
That's what she wished,
And I obliged.
I did not know what this had meant.
She mentioned passing condiments.
And during the meal she burned incense.
When she stirred the gravy...
I complimented her,
On dimples denting her thighs!
Amazed and surprised...
How much she could do with her toes!
And how athletic she was with those!
'Careful...
I'm sensitive! '
She did confessed...
I was her only dinner guest!
And dessert she planned to serve...
Was going to be the best taste I deserved.
As I noticed the bolted locks on her door...
She immediately stripped and became topless!
And there the keys around her neck she wore.
I can not say which course was more delicious!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Country Cuisine
Have you ever come across an eating place
That serves outstanding cuisine?
Well, at Fay, Oklahoma we found
An eating place that could serve a Queen
The flavors are absolutely delicious
Just simple ordinary country food
You could even take picky eaters there
You walk in and you are in the mood
To try each and every dish that you see
On the tables and on the menu
Because these folks’ know how to cook
The most wonderful food for you
So if you pass by Fay, Oklahoma, my friend
Want a meal with the best dessert you’ve seen
Stop by and have a taste
Of the most exceptional country cuisine!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Gas
my grandmother had a serious gas
problem.
we only saw her on Sunday.
she'd sit down to dinner
and she'd have gas.
she was very heavy,
80 years old.
wore this large glass brooch,
that's what you noticed most
in addition to the gas.
she'd let it go just as food was being served.
she'd let it go in bursts
spaced about a minute apart.
she'd let it go
4 or 5 times
as we reached for the potatoes
poured the gravy
cut into the meat.
nobody ever said anything,
especially me.
I was 6 years old.
only my grandmother spoke.
after 4 or 5 blasts
she would say in an offhand way,
'I'll bury you all!'
I didn't much like that:
first farting
then saying that.
it happened every Sunday.
she was my father's mother.
every Sunday it was death and gas
and mashed potatoes and gravy
and that big glass brooch.
those Sunday dinners would
always end with apple pie and
ice cream
and a big argument
about something or other,
my grandmother finally running out the door
and taking the red train back to
Pasadena
the place stinking for an hour
and my father walking about
fanning a newspaper in the air and
saying, 'it's all that damned sauerkraut
she eats!'
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Meet Me After Dinner
Meet me after dinner.
After all has been dished and served!
Meet me after dinner here...
If you have the nerve!
My ex-wife is a memory,
And my boyfriend has long been gone.
Only they could bring that 'freak' out of me...
That sweet freak!
Others deny and hide discreetly,
As they get their own groove on.
~Day and night long!
Not caring who says,
What they share is wrong! ~
Yeah...
You meet me after dinner.
I can picture you gnawing,
On those big beef bones!
Finish what you're doing.
I'm the one you should be screwing.
Meet me after dinner here...
And let's stop faking,
We don't desire naked love making.
Meet me after dinner,
And release those phone moans.
Your mate doesn't hear,
Or care who's heart is breaking!
Since I yearn for you,
With me alone!
Nibbling on your neck,
I want to hear you coo...
In licked whispers
Sighing,
In passionate delicious croons.
I do. Yes..I do.
Reflected in silhouette,
Our beads of sweat glistens.
Under the glow of the moon!
Meet me after dinner...
And I'll have dessert,
Perked and ready...
In the master bedroom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embarrasses Immediately Upon Recognition
I hear the selfishness.
The feeding of greed seen.
And observe I do,
The self righteous obsessiveness.
And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!
Without feeling the guilt,
Of a mind that has been programmed to betray.
Prior to being shakened abruptly awake.
And I wonder...
If anyone else had noticed,
An awakening from this unconsciousness...
That embarrasses immediately upon recognition!
And if it is wished away.
Since it is too uncomfortable to live it.
Or be near it and have it stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Weren't Comprehending Then
Never have I stood in someone's face,
To place what I thought...
Would be a valued judgement.
Or criticized their chosen lifestyle,
When invited as a guest to enter their home.
Nor have I told anyone what they 'should' do.
Or how it should be done.
I wanted to!
With a wish they would overcome,
To see life from a different point of view.
But I kept my mouth shut and respected.
Unfortunately,
I was not treated with such 'maturity'.
I had been wounded with salt poured.
I've gotten over myself and those days.
However...
I am amazed by those who say to me now,
They wished they would have paid more attention.
And I wonder to myself...
To 'what'?
They weren't comprehending THEN,
To anything that was mentioned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Sensitive
I was thinking that I might fly today
Just to disprove all the things that you say
It doesnt take a talent to be mean
You words can crush things that are unseen
So please be careful with me, Im sensitive
And Id like to stay that way
You always tell me that its impossible
To be respected, and be a girl
Whys it gotta be so complicated
Why you gotta tell me if Im hated
So please be careful with me, Im sensitive
And Id like to stay that way
I was thinking, that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have taken place
And we can give it everybody who have some faith
So please be careful with me, Im sensitive
And Id like to stay that way
I have this theory, that if we told were bad
Then thats the only idea well ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty
Someday we will become what we see
cause anyone can start a conflict
Its harder yet to disregard it
Id rather see the world from another angle
We are everyday angels
Be careful with me cause Id like to stay that way
song performed by by Jewel
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I don't always prepare such rich meals. Sometimes I'll just serve a simple quiche, salad and dessert for dinner. During the week I try to eat lightly.
quote by Paul Lynde
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Toes and Knees
If my toes could kiss
they would;
they would curl coyly
and touch your shin
and work they way north.
If my toes could have sex
they would
and they would have my foot
kissed
and seek your mouth.
'I'm toe-sensitive
too-sensitive
and I can't really tell anyone.'
he said.
She said;
Well, that is interesting;
here is my secret spot;
the back of my knee
stroked softly.
Is your toe free?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Bluff? -Descent Into Infamy
Whether or NOT its a Bluff-
Makes little difference to ALL concerned-
We MUST Always Be Prepared-nevertheless...
As if we're not careful we might get burned! ;
Preperation for This Day Must Be Planned...
Ahead of time-down to every minor detail...
With ample 'Sight and Sound View'...
We cannot allow this movie to fail! ;
Making a movie takes work as you all know...
And dedication far beyond the pale-
The actors must excel and do very well...!
To bring much deserved fame to this starring male;
And so i say to ALL of YOU...
My quiet-my secret-my clan...
This IS something that we MUST DO...! ! !
Thank you ALL for giving me a hand! ;
May 14,2010
Dedicated to: Carla C.
And To: Katie H.
poem by Theodora Onken
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When You Wish
When you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is.
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.
So when you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is.
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.
Don't be the one to open doors you want left closed.
Because you wanted to be free of misery,
You wished would leave from you quickly.
Don't be the one who thinks by letting go to show.
A relationship of arguments,
Will not be ever missed.
'Cause when you wish that one to go,
That one you let go might be missed.
So when you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is...
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.
When you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is.
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worthy Of Love Deserved
Well...
Here I go again!
Wanting to be loved,
Just the way I was...
Back then with you,
When love I knew was new!
Well...
Here I go,
Again!
Thinking love will be...
With someone I see,
Who will know what love means,
To me!
I sometimes wonder why,
I hope that I...
Will find true love,
I will know.
And why am I surprised,
When I find...
I am denied,
This need in me!
Well...
Here I go,
Again!
Thinking love will be...
With someone I see,
Who will know what love means,
To me!
And,
Well...
Here I go again!
Wanting to be loved,
Just the way I was...
Back then with you,
When love I knew...
Was new!
And why,
Is not true love meant to be?
When it seems easy for me,
To have my feelings hurt...
When I've searched to have a love deserved.
And why,
Is not true love meant to be?
When I've searched to have a love deserved.
When I am worthy,
Of love deserved for me.
I am worthy,
Of love deserved for me.
I am worthy,
Of love deserved for me.
And worthy to have it here,
Believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For me the ideal date would be to drink wine in the backyard under the stars, listen to music and just talk. Then we'd eat steak and, later, dessert. If all went as planned, we'd save some of the dessert and play with it while making out.
quote by Karen McDougal
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Is There Anyone Home
Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone inside know my name
Ive been around for a half of a hundred days.
Never saw a door shut so tight
Turn around, dont look down
Theres a man behind you with a gun
Like any wandering child in the wilderness,
Wild and uncaged are your ways
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
Theres a light around you
Ive come to switch it on
It will brighten every room
Dont be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart.
You got that feelin in your soul
Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone in there who might care
Ive grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed.
Got a few good tales to unwind
Turn around, dont look down
Theres a man behind you with a gun.
Like any wandering minstrel Ive dawned in the house of a thousand delights.
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Respect It Deserves
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason!
Those believing a manipulation succeeds,
Eventually spend their lives...
In some form of recovery.
In an 'IF' wished.
Either a reflection is done,
On a waste of time committed.
Or a chase to catch up,
To escape from the past...
Is foolishly admitted.
In an 'IF' wished.
However one comes to interpret,
These times we live...
It is certain,
There has been an issuing...
Of duties to be done,
Based upon an alignment...
Of Cosmic assignments.
Most of which have gone ignored.
Those who are fortunate,
To heed to those messages sent...
By listening or reading to comprehend,
What has been delivered and mentioned to them...
Has purpose and reason,
Beyond the limited depths of our understanding.
And...
As long as that becomes understood,
Those frustrations we face will be erased.
As long as this place we call Earth,
Begins to receive the respect it deserves.
We serve 'It'.
Much more than 'It' needs us to serve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like It's Mixed With Yeast
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Like delicious bisquits whipped.
Or a cake that bakes to rise,
To the heights of the sky.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Like delicious bisquits whipped.
And no one can get enough of it.
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
And when I don't get it,
I wish for it a bit!
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
And when I don't get it,
I wish for it a bit!
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Or...
Delicious bisquits whipped,
No one can get enough of it!
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
And allow everyone to get a sample piece to eat.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
And allow everyone to get a sample piece to eat.
Feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
You feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Just feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Feed them my ego,
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now For Dessert
mmm...
That was delicious.
And seasoned to taste.
'It was in the tenderizing.'
So that explains the softened crusts?
'Now for dessert.
Let's destroy ourselves! '
Good idea.
I've already started...
Why should I bother to stop?
'Oh...
So that was you who created that separation? '
I don't want to brag because I was tempted...
But 'yes'!
I couldn't wait!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's like a poem
I met her in a gloomy evening.
The sky was cloudy and it seemed to be rain very soon.
Just smiled and only a hello!
It's a fiery in my heart when she was disappearing
And I remember the dimples on her cheeks when she smiled.
Autumn ended and winter peeped.
Still that fiery complicates my attitudes
And I thought that I will never see her again.
But unexpectedly I found her in the public library.
This time no smile or hello and no dimples too.
She has already changed and left without a glance.
It's almost five years were gone, still a bachelor
I was sitting on a park bench and reading a poem.
I was surprised by seeing them there were two girls and they are twins.
One of them turned and said hello and I saw her dimples again.
They were disappeared as earlier.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Mask Que Raid
we both know
this game
the masks we wear
the things we do
i hide in the forest of
words
you too behind those
trails and trees of
routine
we have not exhausted
excuses
i am adept at
concocting them
when we make love
it was something else
less than
what we wish for
my mind travels in
labyrinths of
familiarity
i've been there and i
know where i come from and where i am going
inside my mind, this is a straight path
and i am obliged
when i wake up this morning
there will be no changes in the way
all things are put
well, well put and steady
the house shall open same windows
the door maintains same keys and locks
we still are
and shall never part
the sun still shines on the east
(even if we know that it is this place
where we stand that is rotating)
the moon is full tonight
we are ready with the clinks
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Penny Candies
Let's search for money!
Couch cushions...
laundry room...
junk drawers...
LOOK EVERYWHERE!
Between the five of us kids
we found about 12 cents.
No food in the house.
Buy dinner with 12 cents?
We have to.
Aha! Penny Candy!
Yeah, we can buy 12
and split them.
GENIUS!
Back then the fruit flavored tootsie rolls
were only a penny (thank God) .
We bundled up, since it was wintertime
in Michigan
and walked to the candy store.
We didn't eat them until we were back home.
That way we could just sit and savor our meal.
That was the most delicious candy
I had ever tasted.
I didn't chew them as they're meant to be eaten.
I just placed it in my mouth
and let it melt
as slowly as possible.
No talking...
I didn't want to waste a second of
this pleasure.
When SHE returns from the bar
she'll wonder (or maybe she won't)
if we ate.
I'm not telling her we ate candy for dinner.
25 years later, I went to visit HER.
Trying to move on
forget the past (it's for the best) .
As soon as I walk into her house...
sitting on the dining room table
is a punchbowl filled
with fruit flavored tootsie rolls.
I didn't mention our ''meal''
25 years earlier.
I wondered if she knew
and this was some cruel joke
to have such a huge bowl
filled with just the thing that would trigger
so many emotions.
Persona
this person
comes to the house
rings the bell
and opens the door
there is nudity on the face
that i see
something inside me boils
because there is fire
at my bottom
then this person tells me
something
that i already know
something light and does not
bother me (I think so)
there is nudity in the body
and when this person turns
so i can see the back
of the body
what i see are two dimples
that tonight bother me
i am struck
i am stirred
the potion finally works inside me
i am not in love
how can i ever be in love again
i am lustful
seeing those two dimples at the back
that leave me
awed at the beauty of the flesh
this sin this greed
unsaturated.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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