There Are Many of Us Who Wish to Thank You
Under the current conditions of...
Premedicated fabrication.
With a representation of all that's insane!
I'd like to make this toast,
To those who live in absolute normalcy...
Wherever you remain in hiding!
Stay!
But hopefully not too much longer.
Your presence has already been missed!
And when and if you ever decide to emerge,
Again to face the ignorance that had dismissed you.
Know this...
There are many of us who wish to thank you.
Your resistance to put up with nonsense,
Has proven your endurance and courage.
And I'd like to raise this toast,
In gratitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drink Poetry, Oh Ye of Small Faith
Drink poetry, oh ye of small faith:
Drink poetry from a bottle
Drink poetry from a book
Drink poetry from a fountain
Take another look.
Drink for sanctuary
Drink for inspiration
Drink for endurance
But never hesitation.
A toast to poetry
And a toast to time
A toast to us:
Live forever in rhyme.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Past Valentines
Today raise a toast
To the past valentines' ghosts
In your heart still they thrive
Now somebody's mother, somebody's wives
Can you recollect all their names?
The ones with whom you played love games
Do you in life's race pause a while
Remember a face or a fleeting smile
Or you consider your actions were silly
Now that you have your own family
Maybe they have carved a place in your heart
Times fly away but memories don't depart.
Today in honour of them raise a toast or two
Don't feign surprise and say, 'Margarita, who? '
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Toast the New Year
Have a toast and drink to me
and taste the sweetened drink.
And I, myself shall have a sip
before I sit and think.
And though you're there
and I am here
the drinks will slowly disappear
and once again in separation
we begin another year.
Oh to start the year anew
and not know what it will bring
will have me go from day to day
always wondering.
Shall it be filled with agony
or will the toast I make come true?
Only time will answer that
or the toast that was made by you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Toast Of The Town
Hey, hey, hey
Hey kid, the whole house is shakin
We got the time, right in our sights
Hey, hey, hey
Hey kid, the worlds gone crazy but you know
It wont last too long
You know it wont last too long
You know it wont last too long
You know it wont last too long
Hey kid, youre the toast of the town
Well hey kid, youre the toast of the town
Hey, hey, hey
Hey kid, whats it gonna get ya
Screaming through the hours of the night
Hey kid, the worlds gone crazy
But you know it wont last too long
You know it wont last too long
You know it wont last too long
You know it wont last too long
Hey kid, youre the toast of the town
Well hey kid, youre the toast of the town
You heard me sayin baby dont be a fool
I got news for you
Well pack your things baby, dont be a fool
Before it crashes down on you
Down on you
Down on you
Down on you
(guitar solo)
Come on
Well hey kid, youre the toast of the town
Well hey kid, youre the toast of the town
Well hey kid, youre the toast of the town
Well hey kid, youre the toast of the town
Well hey kid
song performed by by Motley Crue
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If Someone 'Is' Dismissed
Do not believe for one second,
One dismissed sits and fidgets...
Wishing their presence is missed.
Too many perceive they have the power to do this.
As if the one that has been dismissed,
Sits making adjustments...
In a chair doing nothing,
But looking at thumbs as a twisting of them is done.
Do not believe for one second,
One dismissed sits with wishes to be enlisted...
Into a clique of forget-me-nots full of 'wannabees'.
And usually they are the ones issuing approvals,
To those fearing rejection.
Too many perceive they have the power to do this.
As if the one that has been dismissed,
Sits making adjustments...
In a chair doing nothing,
But looking at thumbs as a twisting of them is done.
Do not believe for one second,
One dismissed sits and fidgets...
Wishing their presence is missed.
How foolish would this be...
If someone sat seeking for an authority,
To approve the choosing of what they do...
And 'who' they should do it with.
If someone 'is' dismissed,
They should be glad of it.
Since there has been a lifting from them,
Any kind of restrictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From One's Soul
When a rawness has rubbed off,
And one knows they have paid the cost...
With that touch that is finished.
To glow and not diminish.
A gloss radiating seems to fit,
An acknowledgement that praises it.
Raise up a glass.
And toast those facts at last.
That a polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.
Raise up a glass.
And toast those facts at last.
That a polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.
When it's done from one's soul,
It can not be bought or sold.
With that giving of a gloss it gets.
And an attention that seems fit.
When it's done from one's soul,
It can not be repo(ed) .
With a polishing done to it.
And that gloss that seems to fit.
Raise up a glass.
And toast those facts at last.
That a polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.
When a rawness has rubbed off,
And one knows they have paid the cost...
It can not be repo(ed) .
When it's done from one's soul.
And...
A polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breakfast
Of all the meals that glad my day
My morning one's the best;
Purveyed me on a silver tray,
Immaculately dressed.
I rouse me when the dawn is bright;
I leap into the sea,
Returning with a rare delight
To honey, toast and tea.
My appetite was razor edged
When I was in my prime;
To eggs and bacon I was pledged . . .
Ala! the March of Time;
For now a genial old gent
With journal on my knee,
I sip and take with vast content
My honey, toast and tea.
So set me up for my delight
The harvest of the bee;
Brown, crispy toast with butter bright,
Ceylon - two cups or three.
Let others lunch or dinner praise,
But I regale with glee,
As I regard with grateful gaze
Just honey, toast and tea.
poem by Robert William Service
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Here's to the Maiden of Bashful Fifteen
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize;
Now to the maid who has none, sir:
Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,
And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow;
Now to her that's as brown as a berry:
Here's to the wife with her face full of woe,
And now to the damsel that's merry.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
For let 'em be clumsy, or let 'em be slim,
Young or ancient, I care not a feather;
So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim,
And let us e'en toast them together.
Chorus
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
poem by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it
quote by Steven Wright
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I love my lifestyle now, but at the end of nine months, you're toast. You are toast. It's like running a marathon. You can't think while you're doing it. Especially when different directors come in who are not part of the posse, the circle.
quote by Christopher Meloni
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Last Cup Of Sorrow
This is getting old and so are you
Everything you know and never knew
Will run through your fingers just like sand
- enjoy it while you can -
Like a snake between two stones
It itches, in your bones
Take a deep breath and swallow, your sorrow, tomorrow
Raise the cup and lets propose a toast
To the thing that hurts you most
Its your last cup of sorrow
What can you say?
Finish it today
Its your last cup of sorrow
So think of me
And get on your way
It wont begin until you make it end
Until you know the how the where and the when
With a new face you might surprise yourself
Like a snake between two stones
It itches, in your bones
Take a deeper breath and swallow, your sorrow, tomorrow
Raise the cup and lets propose a toast
To the thing that hurts you most
Is your last cup of sorrow
What can you say?
Finish it today
Its your last cup of sorrow
So think of me
And get on your way
You might surprise yourself [11 times]
song performed by by Faith No More
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If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happen if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?
quote by Steven Wright
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A Toast For You and Yours
Your words,
Tore out,
My still beating heart,
And ended all my hopes.
I prayed,
I wished,
I begged,
I hoped.
But here's to you,
May you find,
Happiness,
And joy.
I'll raise my glass,
In one final toast,
To you,
And yours.
One final toast,
Before I,
Walk out of this life,
And leave everything behind.
Put away,
That mask,
I've worn,
Since we met.
Never to leave,
The shelf again.
To be sealed,
In a bunker of lead.
I put all my faith,
In this heart of mine,
Without it,
Without you.
I can not go on,
Tore my heart,
Out of my chest,
Trying to dull the pain.
The letters,
I've written,
Will never,
Be sent.
Aching lonely heart,
Yearning for release,
Yearning for an end,
To love.
One final quickstep,
I must dance,
And then I shall,
Waltz out of this life.
Move on,
To the next,
Lonely road,
And empty heart.
Put on,
Another neon mask,
And paint my face,
Again.
Those three words,
Haunt me so,
Would they,
Have made a difference?
If I had uttered,
One more stanza,
In the great ballad,
Might she have cared?
Might it have made,
A difference,
To someone?
To anyone?
Would this epic,
Be any longer,
If the candle,
Burned slightly brighter?
Should I have,
Doused the fires,
Of passion,
Before they consumed me?
What is left,
Of this burning heart,
Except cinders,
Ashes and broken shards.
Just what I'm,
Going through,
No one,
Can understand.
And I loved you,
Yes I loved you,
I needed you,
With all of my heart.
Some try to tell me,
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be,
You will be in the end.
I raise my glass,
In toast,
To you, your happiness,
And to your heart.
May I find forgiveness,
Down the next road,
On the next night,
In the next black abyss.
Black storm clouds,
Sweep over my mind,
And rain mingles,
With my tears.
Hello to you,
Hello to you,
A toast to you,
A toast to you.
A toast for life,
A toast for death,
A toast for masks,
To hide the pain.
Drown my sorrows,
In tears,
And rain.
Hide it away.
You came,
Like a leaf,
On the winds,
Of love.
And blew away,
My world,
And,
My heart.
Pain never fades,
Only dulls,
Always there,
Like cancer in the heart.
When evening falls so hard,
No one will take my side.
When darkness comes,
And pain is all around.
This epic ballad,
Of love and hate,
Victory and defeat,
Draws to a close.
Please don't cry,
If I'm,
Not back again,
This time tomorrow.
Life eventually,
Passes us by,
Leaves us to meander on.
Through troubled lives.
This ballad,
To love,
Is my final tribute,
To her and hers.
Before I walk,
This road forever.
Before life goes on,
Never ending.
The stanzas of my love,
For you,
Draw to a close,
And leaves only emptiness.
My pen,
Has written the story,
Your mind has read.
And our hearts still ache.
Liam Dudgeon2008 ©
poem by Liam Dudgeon
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Last Cup Of Sorrow (Bonehead Mix)
This is getting old
and so are you.
Everything you know
and never knew.
Will run through your fingers
just like sand.
Enjoy it while you can.
Like a snake between two stones
it itches in your bones.
Take a deep breath and swallow
your sorrow
tomorrow.
So raise it up and lets propose a toast.
To the thing that hurts you most.
It's your last cup of sorrow.
What can you say?
Finish it today.
It's your last cup of sorrow.
So think of me
and get on your way.
It won't begin
until you make it end.
Until you know the how the where and the when.
With a new face you might surprise yourself.
Like a snake between two stones
it itches in your bones.
take a deeper breath and swallow
your sorrow
tomorrow.
So raise it up and lets propose a toast.
To the thing that hurts you most.
It's your last cup of sorrow.
what can you say?
Finish it today.
It's your last cup of sorrow.
So think of me
and get on your way!
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
song performed by by Faith No More
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Gratitude dawning
Alarm clock. The sun rises.
The buses, railways, flights are running.
There’s a bottle of milk on the doorstep.
Facts of life. Except when they’re not there.
Who lives a life of continual gratitude for life?
Hey guys, the sun which disappeared last night
has turned up again today! Wow! Relief! Let’s get down
on our knees, raise hands, voices… and
while we’re about it, put your hands together for
all morning milkmen, where they still deliver milk…
Except – no milk this morning.
Shall you telephone – politely,
with a subtext of unpractised gratitude?
I only saw the current milkman once;
said to him, this is the first time I met you…
he said, well, you’re not around at 4 ay em are you?
So you telephone. A foreignish voice from
the land of holy cows replies from
a script I guess, …your previous milkman…
left the company… late…on his way…
Morning gratitude. The cow who gives you
the love for her calves, in liquid form;
yielding too, the butter for your toast;
the pig who gave her life for your bacon rasher;
the hen who parted with her offspring for you
to kill its life in sizzling frying pan…
they’re all female, you’ve just noticed; how about
the oranges whose liquid praise of the morning sun you drink?
tomatoes, mushrooms, anybody?
maybe you should write a note to the dairy,
say, please convey to the milkman
who has now left the company for
pastures new, hur hur, and we hope
a creamy, frothing future,
our gratitude for services rendered
which we would not ourselves
be easily persuaded to take on…
yes, maybe you should.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Magic And Loss - The Summation
Love is here, here to stay, love is here, here to stay
It gets proven every day, love is here, here to stay
They both love Chinese food, he hates to dress
He loves to play pinball, she wants to play next
She likes her novels long, he's into comic books
They're gilt-edged polymorphous urban but somehow it works
Love is here, here to stay, love is here, here to stay
It gets proven every day, love is here, here to stay
She likes Truman Capote, he likes Gore Vidal
He likes Edgar Allan Poe, she's into Mean Joe Greene
She thinks eating meat's disgusting, he likes hot dogs
She's into Gestalt therapy, while est and the vest just make him ill
but love is here to stay
Love is here, here to stay, love is here, here to stay
It gets proven every day, love is here, here to stay
Love is here, here to stay, love is here, here to stay
It gets proven every day, love is here, here to stay
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Make It Easy On Yourself
If you are one of the ones,
Still attempting to make sense...
In a world depleted of it?
You have my condolences.
But first,
Let us toast this fact...
You are not alone!
So cancel those additional visits made...
At your expense,
To see your personal psychiatrist.
Chances are these folks too seek help,
Trying to explain the advantages of maintaining sanity!
And 'who' and 'what' would they use,
To justify the charged fee.
Take that money,
And purchase a 5th of Jack Daniels.
Sip it slowly and relax.
And save yourself the trouble of questioning 'normalcy'.
Nothing is!
Not today.
Make it easy on yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Complimentary Versicles to Jessie Lewars
THE TOAST
Fill me with the rosy wine,
Call a toast, a toast divine:
Giveth me Poet’s darling flame,
Lovely Jessie be her name;
Then thou mayest freely boast,
Thou hast given a peerless toast.
THE MENAGERIE
Talk not to me of savages,
From Afric’s burning sun;
No savage e’er could rend my heart,
As Jessie, thou hast done:
But Jessie’s lovely hand in mine,
A mutual faith to plight,
Not even to view the heavenly choir,
Would be so blest a sight.
JESSIE’S ILLNESS
Say, sages, what’s the charm on earth
Can turn Death’s dart aside!
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessie had not died.
ON HER RECOVERY
But rarely seen since Nature’s birth,
The natives of the sky;
Yet still one seraph’s left on earth,
For Jessie did not die.
poem by Robert Burns
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Love Is Here To Stay
Love is here, here to stay
Love is here, here to stay
It gets proven every day
Love is here, here to stay
They both love chinese food, he hates to dress
He loves to play pinball, she wants to play next
She likes her novels long, hes into comic books
Theyre gilt-edged polymorphous urban but somehow it works
cause love is here, here to stay
Love is here, here to stay
It gets proven every day
Love is here, here to stay
She likes truman capote, he likes gore vidal
He likes edgar allan poe, shes into mean joe greene
She thinks eating meats disgusting, he likes hot dogs
Shes into gestalt therapy
While est and the vest just make him ill
But love is here to stay
Love is here, here to stay
Love is here, here to stay
It gets proven every day
Love is here, here to stay
Love is here, here to stay
Love is here, here to stay
It gets proven every day
Love is here, here to stay
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Here's to the Night
So denied so I lied are you the now or never kind
In a day and a day love I'm gonna be gone for good again
Are you willing to be had are you cool with just tonight
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
Put your name on the line along with place and time
Wanna stay not to go I wanna ditch the logical
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
All my time is froze in motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
song performed by by Eve 6 from Horoscope
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