There Was a Time Cream Rose to the Top
There was a time cream rose to the top,
With expectations.
Today the appearance of BS is there.
Lots of it!
Disappointing patience.
And most of it sitting unappreciated,
By those choosing to ignore imitations.
Preferring in anticipation...
Something that identifies quality and taste.
And that may be a very long wait.
Especially for those who know the difference,
Between scratched and boxed cake.
And what it takes to bake it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Difficult To Relate To This Concept
It takes know-how with specifics,
To create a delicious cake.
And only those experienced,
Know what it takes.
First a mixture of ingredients is needed,
With a whipping up of batter,
Allowing the cake to bake for taste.
Ultimately satisfying the anticipation.
However there are those impatient and can not wait,
Who find it difficult to relate to this concept.
And they are the ones who refuse to comprehend...
That the oven has to be heated,
BEFORE the cake goes in.
'So...
Why are all the people protesting outside? '
They are the ones who have decided,
The baker should be replaced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Seats to Feet
A style that brings the people,
From seats to feet...
Is something that isn't easily done.
Especially if more than a few are pleased.
This is a skill of a master,
Unmasked.
And more than any other,
Who has crafted a task.
And it...
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
It takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
Yes it,
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
To whip a cake to taste takes more than a...
Shake and bake!
A style that brings the people,
From seats to feet...
Is something that isn't easily done.
This is a skill of a master,
Unmasked.
And more than any other,
Who has crafted a task.
And it...
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
It takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
Yes it,
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
To whip a cake to taste takes more than a...
Shake and bake!
No need to ask a master what is the task.
When people move from seats to feet,
They've been razz-a-ma-tazzed.
And it...
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
It takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
Yes it,
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
To whip a cake to taste takes more than a...
Shake and bake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take Your Life Off Pause
If you hesitate to bake it,
You or anyone will get to taste the cake.
Why is there a procrastination?
What is it you await to negotiate?
You will never know how that cake is rated.
Or even worthy of debate.
If you hestitate to bake it,
Pointless becomes the time wasted.
Take your life off pause,
Because you're seeking first to appease.
Take your life off pause,
Add to your life flavor.
Don't be afraid to dip into mystique.
Take your life off pause and bake it.
Take your life off pause and bake that cake.
Take your life off pause don't you fake it.
Take your life off pause don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause.
And...
Eliminate those tightened jaws.
You will never know how that cake is rated.
Or even worthy of debate.
If you hestitate to bake it,
Pointless is the time you waste.
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
Why negotiate?
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
Don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
There is no need to debate.
Take your life off pause and bake it.
Take your life off pause and bake that cake.
Take your life off pause don't you fake it.
Take your life off pause don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause.
And...
Eliminate those tightened jaws.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patience Given
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Patience given to a child,
Learning when and how to use a toilet.
Patience given to a child,
Going to school for the first time.
Patience given to a child,
Learning how to share.
Patience given to a child,
When left with a babysitter.
Patience given to a child,
When learning the difference...
Between telling a lie and being honest.
Patience given to a child,
When being taught to be responsible.
Patience given,
To those dealing with their insecurities...
Have several exceptions!
Extenuating exceptions beyond the call of reason,
Requires one to ignore with an ability...
That preserves a peace of mind one wishes,
To keep and maintain undisturbed...
By those who are,
Disturbed by their expectations to be exceptions...
To the rule.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Check, Please!
Those who believe,
A quality obtained...
Can be kept and yet replace,
Those who initiated that quality to please...
In the first place.
With a keeping of the same taste expected,
Fool only themselves.
It takes much more than a replacement to restore,
That which has been established...
Patrons served came to adore.
And the ones who ignore this,
Know very little about 'their' business!
But a lesson learned that is earned...
Eventually teaches.
'Excuse me...
But,
Is your chef on vacation? '
The one we admired for his presentation? '
~No we've replaced that chef.
We could not meet his demands or expectations!
And frankly...
His arrogance we could no longer accept.
We paid him his worth.~
'I see.
May we have our checks, please? '
~Would you like to select something else from the menu? ~
'Why?
Would that change the ambiance?
You've already destroyed that,
By taking our preferences for granted.
Check, please! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be or Not to Be?
To be or not to be on diet?
That is the question!
I think I won’t.
I better prefer an entrecote.
I certainly love to eat,
My favorite dishes are so sweet.
I never ignore a cake.
How delicious is a juicy steak.
Sandwiches with caviar,
Spaghetti and meatballs,
Pilaf and goulash,
Cucumbers and fish …..
Why should I lose weight?
To eat is never late.
Why shouldn’t I eat?
I can stand on my feet.
Why should I care of my waist?
I so much enjoy the food’s taste.
I will not listen to anyone.
It’s the greatest fun
To eat fried mushrooms with sour cream.
Food is so good cooked on a steam.
Chickens in the oven I’ll bake,
Pancakes on the stove I’ll make.
Then I will drink wine
And my eyes will shine.
Someone will be surprised,
But some will be just enticed.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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An Honest Man
Neither do I claim my self to be an honest man
Nor I do give any guarantee to my woman
I have tried to remain loyal as far as possible
But life has remain problem and full of troubles
I know for sure that she was one of the best
Did all whatever she could and proved true to test
Yet something was troubling and keeping her away
Her behavior was coming definitely on the way
It is sweet tug of war between couples
It is so when they get into doubles
Children change their way of living
It is now question of faith and believing
Some of the interests are forgotten for cordiality
Some of the couples show it as their best quality
Despites lots of difference they try patch up
Keep relation in tact and nicely cover up
There is no need to express regret or feel sorry
Some of the fears keep surfacing and add to worry
Life is another name for on going struggle
Compared to that of timely appearance of water bubble
How come that ship can sail smooth?
People may try very hard in their youth
Yet some of the tricky ways dishearten
The patience runs out of it all of sudden
It takes years of time to adjust
It is almost known and must
As it demands greater degree of understanding
It gives enough of time to correct image and standing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With A Simplifying Of My Desires
I remember the very first time I wanted something,
And it had to be delivered to me overnight.
And then I discovered the difference between wanting,
And needs as well as...
Sacrifice, initiative, devotion and tears.
Disappointment, heartbreak, disbelief, shock and dismissal.
Patience, healing and getting up off my knees.
Needless to say I am more determined today,
To separate my needs from my wants.
With a qualifying done to know what it takes,
To produce with a priority an agenda with a taste...
Of that which I now have learned to do.
With a simplifying of my desires,
Not placed within limitation of hours to realize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birthday of sugar
Today is my birthday,
Friends! invite you all to celebrate;
candy, squashes and other friends
lolly pop, ice cream and chocolate;
Do join this auspicious occasion,
we will have today best celebration
my boy friend, cake will too arrive
dressed in the costumes of prince.
You know once he hugged me,
since then he is permanently sweet
you will have a chance to kiss
to my boy friend cake, don't miss.
Special invitations to dear ants
being greedy they roam for hunt
yes, potato, sweet juices and fruits
not invited because they are diabetic.
Time is very important for me
because in so many work I am busy
many people do not finish their feast
without my prepared dishes of sweet.
My dear children's love chocolate
and ice cream too I have to create.
Needed too in Bakery and confectionery
Bless me to live long gracefully.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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I Stand And Watch To Wait...To Rest!
I stand and watch to wait.
I've been told to have patience.
But...
Hesitating in anticipation,
Has never satisfied my curiosity.
And it seems such a waste,
To rely on someone else's opinion...
When this experience of life is mine.
So I am convinced...
If I should wait for another second,
Another minute to pass...
My venture will be delayed!
And 'why' should I let it?
I stand and watch to wait.
I've been told to have patience.
But...
I am no doctor!
And at the price I've paid already...
I am no longer willing,
To trust my fate...
In the faith kept in someone else's statement.
I've given that kind of time before.
No more!
I stand and watch to wait...
To rest!
And catch my breath I do,
Before I move.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Much Cake Can You Eat
The shining spoons of this town
All point in your direction
Can you keep a secret?
We can trust you, we can throw you
Are you sitting on your feet?
How much cake can you eat?
Are you sitting on your feet?
How much cake can you eat?
Are you sitting on your feet?
How much cake can you eat?
Are you sitting on your feet?
How much cake can you eat?
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Making Me Wait To Rekindle
I do not envy a second of your patience.
I could not sit to wait,
As if my own needs...
Can only be satisfied,
If a bit of tolerance was applied.
I do not envy a second of your patience.
As if a puppy held by an invisible leash.
Intoxicated with a craving for an appearance,
To share that familiarity again.
I do not envy a second of your patience.
But I do...
Wish I could have someone,
To pretend I am bitter with...
For making me wait,
To rekindle a romantic encounter.
Those times are missed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Said
Mum said go you play have some fun
Go play you in the hall,
I was playing having fun
Playing with my rubber ball,
Dad says angry ways
I not to play at all,
I said but mum said
I to play in fun,
Dad said, no fun today some other day
Go get yourself a bun.
Dad said go you out go play you in the sun,
I said, mum said today we go to town,
Dad said not to today some other day
Away you sit down,
I said mum said she baked me a cake,
Dad said mum said she bought the bloody cake
Then good old mum hit him round the bake,
Now I'm rolling over
Laughing out my belly,
But dad thinks I'm laughing
At the funnies on the telly
poem by Gerald Follis Lurgan
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Get Some Rest
Getting little rest...
Isn't what's suggested is the best thing.
But...
Once one is committed,
It's difficult to quit.
Like many would would rather sit,
Just to...
Reminisce a bitterness,
Or...
Ignore the taking of those risks,
To...
Excuse the value of it.
And as a bit of a reminder...
Progress isn't made by sitting.
Progress isn't made by quitting.
Progress takes sacrificing,
What is wanted and what one likes.
And...
Progress isn't made by wishing.
Progress isn't made by shrinking...
Away to sneak a taste of cake,
While awaiting for someone else to make.
And...
Progress isn't made by sitting.
No.
Progress isn't made by quitting.
no.
Progress takes sacrificing,
What one wants, prefers and likes.
And,
Getting little rest...
Isn't what's suggested is the best thing.
But...
Once one is committed,
It's difficult to quit.
Like many would would rather sit,
Just to...
Reminisce a bitterness,
Or...
Ignore the taking of those risks,
To...
Excuse the value of it.
And as a bit of a reminder...
Get up and be tough.
Know,
To quit is not the best thing.
But...
Enough is enough.
And...
When it gets too rough,
You can...
Decide to get tougher.
But...
Get your rest.
Remember,
You can't do nuthin without...
Getting some rest.
You've got to,
Get your rest.
You've got to,
Get some rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jelena
Of the imaginations of one's journey on earth,
And the values of the timeless treasures of life;
Jelena, the pure gold of Ophir is about to dawn on you.
Marriage is all that it takes for two to be united,
And love is the main key towards it;
But today is the muse of your love to your lover.
The bed of roses is at your doorsteps and,
With the delight of your hearts to unite as one;
Like yesterday's stories goneby.
Of the quality of the rule of a marriage,
Of the quality of the rule of one's life;
Of the quality of the rule of love,
Of the quality of the rule of a romance;
With the expectations to hold on so high when,
True love comes down on you.
Today is the muse of your love to your lover,
And true love is all that it takes for a marriage;
But to your friends and relatives in time like this,
The hopes and dreams ahead of you matters a lot.
To a special person in time like this,
With the blues of your life to share with your lover;
Like timeless treasures of life with an unexpected package.
The rule of marriage is what unites you two,
Like a colourful occasion with a keen curiosity;
But the treasures of life is full of memories to share with your love one.
Of the past events to the present of things around you,
For you two are now one body;
So try to enoy the latest endorsements which are now around you.
To all that muses and to your lover,
With the marriage bells of love to share;
Jelena, just be yourself to your new life in the name of marriage.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Bake One Cake
To bake a cake needs pride,
I stay and hear, stay and watch
To see what is clear on this work.
Offer us a cake when it is sweet,
Savoury dishes need to wait.
My superb lunch needs a dessert,
Why do cooks especially provide us?
Because we are rich, and our cakes,
Our cakes are poor, just far too away.
The caking and baking needs time,
And money costs a fortune, like pain.
To then make a lake of water,
It needs you and the real deal of riches.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Leaving No One Left to Argue
I have no clue,
What your expectations are.
Nor should you wait in anticipation,
Hoping to find me elated...
Your patience will discover,
I am blissfully satiated.
What I do I do until it is done.
Not one impression do I wish to make.
Unless it is a grumpiness that comes.
And my directness for some can come to stun.
But I am 'me'!
That's the only thing I can profess to be!
And not one bit insecure about my identity.
I know I can be rude, shrewd and mean.
And the knowing of 'that'...
Allows a peace of mind to myself I bring!
Leaving few if anyone left to argue with me,
That these comments I make are true.
And being honest with myself,
I have long learned how to do!
And I recommend with this hint suggested...
You should do the same thing too.
It will make you less annoying!
And bring your mind some rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desde Ahora
there will be changes
desde ahora
no more tears, no more regrets
lots of love
like icing on a black forest cake
adventures on lust
experiments on the kama sutra
no more lonely early mornings
i shall have sugar and cream in my coffee
lots of whispers, plenty of time for conversations with you
more poems, less anger, vanish the hate,
embrace the loving arms of happiness
sleep in bed entwined the whole night in the heat of ecstasy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Disappointing Daughter
Meet their disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing ways.
They would oh-so-love to humour her,
but it really never pays.
What's wrong with that girl, anyway?
She's always in a daze.
Why won't she join in with their games?
Her brother always plays.
It's not that they're ashamed of her -
but some of her displays -
and, let's face it, in public, too...
Such a disappointing daughter:
imperfect;
human;
got drunk when younger;
went out with a few dodgy blokes,
when younger -
such a disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing - unforgivably
disappointing - ways.
poem by Paula Puddephatt
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My Sister Rose
[ jerome augustyniak/natalie merchant ]
Big plans are being made for my sisters wedding day.
Well have a ball at the sons of roma hall.
Family, friends come one and all.
First the best man makes a toast to rocky and my sister rose,
A life of years free of tears. bottoms up and lots of luck!
'
Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo rose and rock alone.
Frankie rizzo and his combo play on.
Single girls all hear the call from a crowd at the back wall
And when the bouquet flies each one tries to be the best catch and next years bride.
Uncle sam and uncle joe take their places in the row.
Theyre standing by side to side for dollar dances with the bride.
Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo, rose and rock alone.
Hes a banker, shell be well off now.
Sister rose take your mothers place.
Trade your home and your maiden name.
For a list of vows and a veil of lace made a wife of you today.
Now they cut the five tier cake, that colucci, he can bake.
A frosted tower of sugar and flour for the couple of the hour.
Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo rose and rock alone.
She was born to wear that gown.
Sister rose take your mothers place.
Trade your home and your maiden name.
For a list of vows and a veil of lace made a wife of you today,
But youre my sister rose the same.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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