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Fresh fish frying,
Batter dipped...
And deep fried.
Homemade potato strips,
Still commonly called 'French Fries'.

Baked beans brown sugared...
With corn cob on the side.
Add my three egg cornbread mix,
Brings tears to eaters eyes!

Surprised I'm not,
I've got them hooked.
I want them to think of me,
As a naturally gifted cook.

And besides...
I've taken time like this,
To ensure they are fed...
And satisfied near bliss.

Introducing something different,
Done with pride!
I raise my hand high,
Catching stunned looks...
With wide smiling eyes.

Announce I do,
That discounts are offered.
Opening bids for my new books...
Starting an auction by this author!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meat & Potato Man

Meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what I am,
A meat and potato man

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Meat And Potato Man

meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what i am,
A meat and potato man

song performed by by Alan Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rookie Hooked

It takes a rookie,
For some to take a look...
At actions taken,
Sometimes that can be shaky.

It takes fresh eyes,
That doesn't criticize.
Without a judgement passing,
From lips not thinking...
To blurt a crudeness,
Loud with pride

No matter how high people get,
Wishing they could fly...
There will always be a rookie hooked,
With eyes opened wide.

No matter what some people do,
To think they can't be touched.
Their reach is often teachable,
To someone who's not rooted...
To being rude and snooty!

It takes a rookie,
For some to take a look...
At actions taken,
Sometimes that can be shaky.

No matter what some people do,
To think they can't be touched.
Their reach is often teachable,
To someone who's not rooted...
To being rude and snooty!

No matter how high people get,
Wishing they could fly...
There will always be a rookie hooked,
With eyes opened wide.

A rookie hooked.
There will be a rookie hooked.
With eyes wide open...
Who decide they're qualified.

A rookie hooked.
There will be a rookie hooked.
With eyes wide open...
Who decide they're qualified.

A rookie hooked.
There will be a rookie hooked.
With eyes wide open...
Who decide they're qualified.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remembering Favourite Foods

last night we late cooked
an old time kiwi favourite
yes hot baked beans on
toast with a side of marmite

on toast to keep it company
sweet simple kiwi luxuary
can’t buy my favourite band
Watties Baked Beans legendary

settled for a can of Heinz yes
you guessed it baked beans
in hot tomato sauce with melted
cheese in hot baked beans mixed

I had Sanitarium kiwi Marmite
on toast another kiwi favourite
as my side dish winter dynamite
real kiwi boys palate to excite

it is simple home foods we miss
Sanitarium Weet-Bix favourite
New Zealand's No.1 breakfast
cereal loved by kiwi generations

milk over golden wheat biscuits
with a sprinkling of brown sugar
acquired taste Marmite spectacular
my beloved ETA salt and vinegar

potato chips can’t find here miss
Cadbury Crunchie Bar local star
milk chocolate over a honey comb
center a delicious treat by Cadbury

Brunswick Sardines in soybean
oil or spring water and Canadian
sockeye salmon other favourites
sacrifice living here I really miss

but for a real kiwi smile happy
Watties Baked Beans legendary
spaghetti or beloved baked beans
are my choice “it must be Watties”

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nutritious

That banana cake taste,
Grandma use to bake.
And was loved?
Is gone with the deep dish apple pie.

That smothered blade steak.
Served with black eye peas,
Collard greens and candied yams.
Sometimes with peach cobbler,
With rich vanilla icecream.
That too,
Locks in memories.

Those golden brown biscuits,
Fresh from the oven.
Buttered.
And topped with homemade,
Strawberry jam.
Or that cornbread no one can resist.
That too...
Is gone with the deep dish apple pie.

And today...
As grateful as I am,
To witness the arrival...
Of another Thanksgiving Day to celebrate.
I've never seen so many butts and thighs so wide.
And none of us who ate at grandma's,
Waddled from the table.
No matter what we ate.
Or nibbled all day...
On the honeyed ham,
Turkey sandwiches, potato salad...
Turnips.
Or just to sit to sip on eggnog.
None of us who ate at grandma's,
Waddled from the table.
Or stretched spandex!

Maybe fast food is fast!
But it sure is not nutritious.
Forget delicious.
It's just addictive and quick.
That's it!
And when we ate at grandma's...
We knew something whipped up with love,
Was coming out of the kitchen.
And not to sit too long,
Waiting for a decision made to eat.

And none of us,
Who came to eat to leave...
Did a waddle from the table.
Or stretched spandex!

'Why didn't you mention,
My fried chicken? '

I didn't even get a piece, grandma!

'Next time,
Eat!
And stop running your mouth so much.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fatter

Fatter, fatter
Shake n bake, fatter
Shake n bake, fatter
Fatter
Corndogs, pizza, coca cola
Yogurt, butterscotch, granola
Look at me, Im fatter
Im fatter, Im fatter
Friends all gather round me
My enemies surround me
Yelling fatso, fatso, fatso
Ive eaten at every single greasy spoon on seventh avenue
Thats right, Im fatter
Dont you know my weight is going up, up, up, up, up
I tell you, this turkey sure is tough
Tough, tough, tough, tough, tough, tough
They got pizza on the west side
French fries up town
Corn dogs deep fried in batter
Im fatter
Go ahead, bite the big apple
Dont mind the calories
Pile it on my platter
Im fatter
Pile it up, pile it high up

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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042211H only on friday

a box of fried fish, french fries
and sixteen ounces of root beer
for five bucks is wonderful price
that i will have patience to wait
this is not new york nor chicago
this is friday in southern state

they have these array of benches
facing calmn blue atlantic ocean
where waves are tampered to ripples
from newly built long water breaks
i can see sails from a distant flaunting
enough coldness for my french fries

poem by Manonton Dalan
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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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If French Fries Were Fat Free

Will I need a miss of my life
Each time I went left, I should've gone right
And love's no exception to this rule
Cause I turned around I lost you
Now I'm feeling lonesome and blue
Just the way I expect to
But there's something that I could use
To help me deal with this abuse
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
What a wonderful world this would be
If the whiskey really helped me
Forget your memory
I'd wear a smile endlessly
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
You know the more I think about you
The more sense it makes
Cause grease and love both cause heartache
So I raise my glass and toast
These things I want the most
Though I probably never see
I can't help but believing
That if French fries were fat free
And you still love me
What a wonderful world this would be
If the whiskey really helped me
Forget your memory
I'd wear a smile endlessly
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
Oh if French fries were fat free
And you still love me

song performed by by Alan Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A fish

He said 'there are plenty of fish in the sea.
All you have to do is go swimming to see.'

True, it would be easy to accomplish this.
But catching a fish... is not what I wish.
What fun would that be, to fish.
I need something better then that...A fish.

'Ha! , You fool that does not exist.'

My friend sometimes you should open your eyes.
Because catching everything that swims by, is not always the prize.
What if I told you to dig deep instead.

'Then I would say there is something wrong with your head.'

Perhaps you would be right, I'm sure it would be a tougher fight.
Digging hole after hole for something that is not in sight.
But what if I stumbled across a clam at the bottom of this sea.
So shiny...So bright it made all the other fish a terrible site.
And my friend whats even better then that.
Inside this clam is something to ewww and awww at.
A pearl inside of it so perfect you would be amazed.
That you would be able to do nothing but sit and gaze.
Would that be worth something to keep.

'I'm sure it would, but you have to dig so deep'

Well that's better then catching just a pretty fish, at least that's what I wish.

poem by Christopher Litten
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Oh! Lisa With These Lovely Eyes

Lisa with the dark brown eyes
So please tell my soul to sympathize,
We shall cry forever in overcast skies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes,

Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Heartbroken heart spoken, not taken back
To change a mind so is lifes dream
Lisa with the dark brown eyed

Lisa with the dark brown eyes
That blends your butter scotch face insight
Smiles which brings sparkles to my mind
Lisa with the dark brown eyes

Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Many pre thoughts of your strays hypnotize
French, African, English culture dies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes

Lisa with the dark brown eyes
She dabbles her life in fiction trash
her soul with curious follies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes

Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Loneliness, has come far a sad. sad day
Emptiness in your mind and heart pay
Lisa with the dark brown eyes

Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
You walk the world in beauty forgotten
They speak about you something forbidden
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes

Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
Your body your mind so whole same so
Your gave birth and I wish I could understand, understand
Lisa with the dark dark raven eyes

Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes
Curiosity is so special time flies, my sighs
Persuaded a fool to be wise, so wise how wise
Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes.

poem by Klayne Mario Burton
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One Potato

One potato, two potato
three potato four.
We need some potatoes
to help feed the poor.
Too many hungry babes
are being born today.
When their mother's milk runs dry
they'll have to find a way
to keep their bellies full.
No time for play.

One potato, two potato,
three potato, four.
You say into each life
a little rain must pour?
I say the rain's that's falling
are tears from the eyes
that run down children's faces
from hunger pains and cries
that elude the ears of rich ones
that never ever buys
potatoes for them all.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Night, Nights Sleepless

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
Thou you asked love to
lend some happiness
fate has gifted you
sadness for life

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
all boats are gone
and flooded away
your loved ones pierced
you with dagger of lies

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
now why are you smiling
whilst bleeding tears
your sun is set
before even rise

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
there was just a hope
on a peck of straw
alas! it is also burnt
now ashes doth lies

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise

poem by Asif Baloch
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Thank You Dear Mom

How can I thank you for all you've done?
No doubt I'm the luckiest son
Who ever walked on the face of the earth.
You've shown me love and what I'm worth.

All that I am I owe to you
Who guided me gently when all was new.
Seven up and a glass straw when I wasn't well.
Your bandage and a kiss whenever I fell.
Your great cooking deserves the world's first prize.
Especially those cookies and homemade french fries.

I remember your tears, mostly of joy.
My eyes are now moist as your little boy
Is still learning to give as you taught me to.
I'm at peace with the world because of you.

You're beautiful in all ways as all can see.
You're everything any mother ever could be.
Every day I think of you and say gratefully,
'Thank you, dear Mom for having me.'

poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Frim Fram Sauce

(joe ricardel, redd evans)
I dont want french fried potatoes,
Red ripe tomatoes,
Im never satisfied.
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.
I dont want pork chops and bacon,
That wont awaken
My appetite inside.
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.
A fella really got to eat
And a fella should eat right.
Five will get you ten
Im gonna feed myself right tonight.
I dont want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.
~interlude~
A fella really got to eat
And a fella should eat right.
Five will get you ten
Im gonna feed myself right tonight.
I dont want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.
(now if you dont have it, just bring me a check for the water!)

song performed by by Nat King Cole
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Frim Fram Sauce

I dont want french fried potatoes,
Red ripe tomatoes,
Im never satisfied.
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.
I dont want pork chops and bacon,
That wont awaken
My appetite inside.
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.
A fella really got to eat
And a fella should eat right.
Five will get you ten
Im gonna feed myself right tonight.
I dont want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.
~interlude~
A fella really got to eat
And a fella should eat right.
Five will get you ten
Im gonna feed myself right tonight.
I dont want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.
(now if you dont have it, just bring me a check for the water!)

song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Break On Through #2

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Chased our plea here
Dug our trea there
Still recall
Time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, yeah!
Wow!
Wow!
Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get
She get
She get
She get high
She get high. she get high.
She get high. she get high.
The woman get high. the woman get high.
She get high. baby, get high.
She get high. she get high.
The woman get high. she get high.
She get high. baby, so high.
She get high. she get high.
The woman get high. she get high.
Wow!
She get high. she get high.
I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, yeah!
All right!
Yeah, made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

song performed by by Doors
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We Are the Results of Our Seductions

Dieting on erotic products,
Induces an hypnotic feeling started.
And like a narcotic,
We are quick to become hooked.
Baited with temptations...
Seasoned to fry,
Or baked like a fish cooked.

And this mainlining,
Done to us without the prick of needles.
Afflicted with addictions done...
Without the prick of needles.

Dieting to get a fix,
Without the prick of needles to assist it.
Baited with temptations...
Seasoned to fry,
Or baked like a fish cooked.
Hooked!
We are the results of our seductions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always Coming Home

why is it every time
i think of the south
i can taste...
cornbread, beans,
fried chicken,
hell, everything fried!
barbeque, good whiskey,
southern baptist revivals,
dark eyed girls moaning,
fresh turned earth on the plow,
oak split by the axe,
squirrels, rabbits, and frogs...

and yes, the hanging tree,
the buses partitioned by hate,
the factories sucking life's blood,
now shut down and haunted.
the milk cows gone dry,
and doors that are now locked.
the meth lab taste of plastic,
hillbilly heroin by the pill.
graveyards desecrated,
the lakes and rivers poisoned....
that long walk across mississippi,
and old cars up on blocks.
trailer parks rusting down,
old depots, and empty tracks

sundown over the mountains,
and spirits in the night....
her prodigal son,
always coming home!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Damn Dark Brown Eyes

Let me start with one corner
The other corner is wide
In between there’s whole world
The truth, the lies and the skies

The mountains high and blue sky
I can see it all through the reflection of light
The beauties of it describes
What’s the world with a smile that’s so bright

Oh! Your damn dark brown eyes
Tells the story of your innocence with no surprise
The whole world is beautiful if I look through those eyes
You have lovely damn dark brown eyes

The darkest small round thing in between your eyes
Rotates around as you don’t keep watching tight
Then those dark brown things which covers your eyes
Feels like a ocean with a deep divine

Whenever I stare at your damn dark brown eyes
I feel to get more and more inside
The ocean looks so deep and waves so strong
And all those pixels describes that you have something inside

Oh! Your damn dark brown eyes
Makes me feel to swim inside
Yes, I am floating in my imagination
How would be the ocean inside your eyes

When you smile, I can feel it from your eyes
It tells everything that I desire to find
It makes you lovely as lovely as you are always with a smile
Cause you’ve got that damn dark brown eyes.

poem by Rajib Paudyal
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