Selective Dieting
Yes, I admit...
I live where some,
Could not quietly sit...
Without having themselves medicated.
And I love the ambiance,
Of what had been once called a ghetto.
Where people like me,
Feel quite comfortable and free to be...
With a socializing done with neighbors I know.
While those 'existing' in sprawling suburban divisions,
Pretend with their mounting debt...
They enjoy living lives they do not regret!
And I enjoy making a sandwich materialized,
Out of thin air!
That's my response to the few I have visited there!
How they manage to do it?
By means of selective dieting!
Hey...
That's what I'm told.
So I go with what I know!
Although...
I want the taste of real mayonnaise and tomato,
On any whole wheat sandwich I make!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writing In A Way
writing in a way is like
taking a spoon of mayonnaise
and you brush it on one side
of a sandwich
and you take another
clean sandwich and you
join them together
into one edible sandwich
to fill your empty stomach
and then you
regret having done such
a meaningless routine
when you could have
talked instead to a friend
waiting for you at the
porch of your house
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Sandwich
as you take that sandwich
i remember 1971
the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious
that is not how i saw it in the 70's
you were too young then
to know the connotation of the word
or the metaphor of being sandwiched
between two warring forces
who wanted to win by killing each other
they were all civilians mind you
sandwiched between the armed and dangerous government
and the armed and more dangerous rebels
the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious
in the 70's they were not delicious at all
they were maimed, and bloody, killed on the streets
and public plazas bombed and brains scattered
on the hot cemented pavements
people kept in hog wires and secret
detention places
brothers all but so insensitive to the
the roots of humanity
Cains and Abels
the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious
when all i need is simply a bitter tasting coffee
without the sugar and cream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eating Sandwich
she handed me
a sandwich
with tomato
and mayonnaise
filling
she sits beside me
we have hot coffee
and a view of the
sea
a fading sun
some seagulls
homing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poke Chop Sandwich
(about lightnin hopkins drummer who used to keep a porkchop sandwich on his floor tom, for snacking during the breaks. recorded with hopkins drummer, spider, present in the studio.)
Poke
Better watch that
Poke chop sandwichwaitin in th? sack
Ridin a tom tom, a double fat back
Got my poke chop sandwich? /p>
Layin on da drum
Poke chop greazyIm gonna get some
Get some a? dat poke chop
Poke chop sandwich
Poke chop
Poke chop sandwich
Yeah yeah twenty five
Louisiana back beat and th? texas bop
Do a hollywood shuffle jes? cant top it
New york turn around and
Th? london stomp
African good luck combination
I know that ya want
Poke chop
Poke chop sandwich
Poke chop
Double poke chop sandwich
Play on
Spider & lightnin hopkins got
Th? big bad beat
Aint no question what they gonna eat
Spider wanna a bottle,
Lightnin? wanna a can
Theyll take in a bucket
cause they dam well can
A poke chop
A poke at dat chop
Cut dat poke chope
Poke chop sandwich
Feel like, I feel like a poke chop sandwich
Give me dat sandwich in wax paper
Pork chop sandwich
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Peanut Butter: My Old Friend.....[Personal; Food]
I had a peanut butter sandwich today
which made me think of all the way....
sssss my life has been touched by that
stick-to-your-mouth sludge of peanut fat.
Not 'touched' in the sense that's it's shaped my life,
but when I open a jar and take up a knife
or a spoon, I can picture times of enjoy-
ment as an adult consumer and as a boy.
Of course I'm lucky in that I generally enjoy food
even if I'm in a rare bad mood.
I assume pb was a common snack in my childhood,
though I'm not sure it was. My memory is not that good.
But I do remember my Mom made cookies from it;
I helped her. And the first cooled cookie I'm sure I bit,
paying some attention to the crisscross pattern on top,
or the sometimes-present big chocolate drop.
And when I visited my childhood neighbor, Helen, it's a good bet
that sometimes a peanut butter sandwich I would get.
[But I really better remember that Helen's kitchen at times had cake.
I assume her mother, Betty, the cake did make.]
At Halloween there were pb 'cups' made by Reeses.
Chocolate and pb. It's good they were small pieces!
As an adult pb has been with me off and on.
Probably when I shared a home with my brother Don,
and when Shannon, my daughter, was young (that makes me smile) ,
and when I lived in a storage garage for a short while.
I used to put it on plain warm toast, but
perhaps mixed-with-vanilla-ice cream I enjoyed it most.
I can't tell you how it would taste on sliced tomato,
but I can say it wasn't good when tried on mashed potato! !
And as I type today there's an unsealed jar nearby.
My wife cautions me against too much, but I'm not sure why.
From time to time it's a treat on cereal or bread,
but usually it's just a spoon of it I stick into my head.
poem by Bri Edwards
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Why?
Unaccountably, while I was making a liverwurst sandwich
(with mustard and cornichons on rye)
the poem took a dive
off the countertop, I don't know why,
onto the floor and burst into words
which can be either blunt or sharp, God knows.
There was nothing to do
but vacuum it up
eat the sandwich and, and,
put on shoes.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Enjoy every sandwich.
quote by Warren Zevon
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Steal Away
Is just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
Is just that ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
We still ghetto ghetto
Ghetto ghetto
I've been thinkin lately baby
Maybe we should layin tonight
I would ?? paper was crazy
Music if is wrong I feel this right
Maybe we can make sweet love
Cause I know we feel so good
And more of two we escape this pressure
You know what? We should
Steal away
song performed by by Mary J Blige from No More Drama
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Feel So Bad
In my dreams there are some things that I can't describe
I have to speak about or I would keep this lie.
When it gets me down oh then I get turned around.
You stabbed me in the back. Is this something you enjoy,
something you enjoy?
Refrain:
Tell me why do I feel so bad?
I want to hurt you deep in your heart.
I feel so bad.
I thought we were in real love.
I feel so bad.
I'm speaking from the inside.
But now I want to fight against it, and so
you can't make me be hurt.
Once as I was naive and silly, I thought you told the truth.
Now I know more about you. I will not believe in you,
believe in you.
:Refrain:
When you look at me, will I ever be free?
:Refrain:
song performed by by Valentine
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Selective Obnoxiousness
Some folks enjoy being annoying.
It is a pattern.
A rhythm.
A method of selective obnoxiousness.
Intentional and done to perfect what they do best.
Annoy since no other attention do they get!
Some folks make it their priority,
To make sure their presence is known.
Sometimes through use of flattery,
Much of it overblown.
Ignoring them is a challenge,
For the one who has been picked.
And responding with crude rudeness...
Gives them not a hint,
Those they choose to monitor...
Are not amused by it one bit!
Some folks enjoy being annoying.
It is a pattern.
A rhythm.
A method of selective obnoxiousness.
And quietly minding one's own business,
Is like feeding fresh unhooked worms,
To a school of fish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peanut-Butter Sandwich
I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bit
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
'My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!'
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil—
For twenty years of tears and toil—
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy—
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak—
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak—
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, 'How about a peanut-butter sandwich?'
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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To Enjoy Life
Our life has many windows of joy,
The joke is serious and to enjoy.
Our existence is special and fully exposed
To other elements, so as to enjoy.
The living individual that aspires to Job,
Is the very sentence of our writing to enjoy.
How does the sprightliness of a lifestyle
Turn into something not to enjoy.
Really merry people are mostly proof of laughter
Being the source of help always to enjoy.
There is a safe place for all,
Everywhere you must even think to enjoy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Peeking From Behind Trees
You are someone who likes to run and hide,
While being chased through the wilderness.
And peeking from behind trees to see who follows.
I am someone who likes a good sandwich,
As I sit quietly in the park to eat undisturbed...
Observing people making fools of themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Ol Ghetto
Yeah let me holla at you real quick
Imma bring yal back to the good ol good ol days
Ya feel me?
Some of that...
Good ol, good ol, good old ghetto, good ol
Good ol, good ol ghetto
Good ol, good ol ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Good ol...heh
I told my man Im having a barbecue
So grab some folks and wont you slide right through
He brought this shorty that I used to know
It brought me back to when I was in school
She said usher where have you been?
We used to kick it every now and then
Remember when I used to call your phone
Tell you come on cause my mothers gone
How about them times I had to throw
A rock at your window
To let you know to come downstairs
And open the door
And after that baby it was on fasure
Honey got my head spinnin around for real
Cause Im thinking bout how good you used to feel
And I got a girl now and I dont get down like this, huh
But I must admit Im tempted and startin to reminisce, cause
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Now shes asking me to take her
On a tour of my house so we can catch up
For all the time lost since I blew up
And became the man that drops his pants
And every girl around the world is dying to love
Break the beat down
Let me tell you what Im talking about
If youre not carefull itll turn you out
Its that way she used to go
When you want it nice and slow
Even though you cant
The memory will make you want some mo
She used to understand me
Touch me, hold me, taught me how to be a man
She used to kiss me all them things she used to show me
Damn I wish that I could do it again
Honey got my head spinnin around for real
Cause Im thinking bout how good you used to feel
But I got a girl now and yo shes right upstairs
But I must admit Im tempted and startin to not care, cause...
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Never had somebody thats as bad
Somebody with a whole lot of body
Thatll choose, make you wanna leave the one you with
Cause you know how good it is
Not a prissy, lil missy baby, talk that slang
I used to love how she kissed me when she popped that thang
She was a friend of the fam
Hot without the glam, not
When I be trippin
She didnt really give a damn, stop
Its what I need to do
Cause I know whats this is leading to
If I keep on thinkin bout that back
Imma be right back in it cause yo
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
song performed by by Usher
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If You Only
If you only loved me
if you only cared
then we could find our paradise
and live forever there somewhere.
If you only wanted me
the way that I want you
then we could live together
in a perfect harmony
However, there are barriers
we both have to over come.
We have lives complicated
that won’t let our dreams through.
If only life was simpler
if only our lives were free,
we could enjoy the happiness
everyone wants us to enjoy.
27 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Beauty of Love!
I enjoy beauty of star studded night sky;
I enjoy beauty of harmonious waves of sea;
I enjoy beauty of peaceful living of people;
I enjoy beauty of natural poems of poets!
Beauty of human life I enjoy in all forms;
Beauty of fun loving children I enjoy often;
Beauty of smiling flowers I enjoy in garden;
Beauty of art work I enjoy in all forms ever!
World is full of beauty Nature bestows to all;
World is paradise due to love and beauty ever;
World is the abode of man's cultural refinement;
World is the spring board to heaven at the end!
Beauty of love is eternal for all to enjoy in life
Evolving animal into man and man into divine!
poem by Ramesh T A
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How Do You Wish To Start Act Two?
Often brought to the edge,
By an overheard interpretation....
Taken out of context.
Only to be asked to be forgiven,
Again...
For a misunderstanding,
Another did attempt to prevent.
Often brought to the edge,
By something thought said...
But wasn't.
And when one stood on the ledge,
Prepared to jump from it...
Fraught with guilt feelings,
Felt...
From being often the cause,
Of a once solid relationship...
To slump into deep distrust.
The one accused dares to budge to intervene.
But makes a sandwich to munch...
Instead.
While listening to threats of a following through,
To jump as a drama addict promises to do...
A sandwich was made,
Using pickles, lettuce, tomato and mayo.
With a touch of marmalade on whole wheat bread.
'Aren't you going to do anything?
I said I was sorry.
What is it that you want me to prove? '
~I'm waiting for you to prove to me,
Just how sorry you are?
You've taken it this far!
And...
Maybe for reasons to satisfy your own insecurities.
I can come to close the window?
So as to not have you blame your decision on me.
I've already suggested that we should talk about it.
So prove to me...
How do you wish to start Act Two?
With a climbing inside to talk?
OR with a swan dive?
Either way...
I've ended catering to your nonsense.
Do whatever you choose.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I feel like something
I feel like something, what shall I buy?
I really very hungry, if I don't eat I will cry,
What about a toasted sandwich with ham,
Or just buy bread, and get a tin of spam.
I feel like something nice to eat,
Such as a bowl of strawberries as a sweet;
Then what about putting a banana in too,
No, I'll buy some fruit, and eat around two.
I'm feeling like a lovely cool drink to get,
But the price to pay makes one upset;
So go home and make a drink of hot tea,
Herbal tea is even better, that'll help me.
I'm longing to buy a box of chockies, to enjoy,
But when I see my waist, my size it'll annoy;
I don't want to put on weight, so I'll go without,
Wait till I see a friend, and a gift I'll shout.
If you ever go shopping, eat before you go,
You won't buy food you dont need, you'll say no;
Too you'll keep energetic, and healthy as well,
People know you're careful, and thrifty, they can tell.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Magical
Love people unconditionally which means
never expect anything, simply enjoy their
existence as you enjoy flowers and trees
they are not there for you, only remaining
aloof you will know peace while delighting
in their diversity, never trust them as they
are not placed on earth to be worthy, like
you - we are all here to enjoy the journey
not to serve anybody - here to have fun
and never get it done - and only ever be
judged by ourselves - which means we
are all worthy of self-esteem;
magical, isn’t it?
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Like Some Connect To Oxygen To Breathe
No one I know,
Got a free express trip to success.
Many I have been associated with,
Connected to sacrifice...
Like some connect to oxygen to breathe.
And not thinking of anything else...
But to give from themselves their best!
Knowing their faith would provide the rest.
I have to say,
I admire people who are that way.
But as for me...
I like to eat.
If I can not make a sandwich...
This from my lips God will hear me plead:
'Dear Lord, My Father...
If I can only have a BLT on whole wheat,
I will 'then' have the energy...
To do 'Your' will, My Father.
With a bag of chips and ice tea! '
God knows my needs completely.
Because I do not keep them hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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