When a Readiness Is Set to Deliver
Two people may begin to cook,
What looks to be the same thing.
And to those witnessing,
It may be observed to be that way.
Even though a presentation,
Has yet to be made!
But one who is familiar,
And knows what is required...
To get 'that' desired taste.
Will know it is the ingredients used,
To seduce with just the right flavor.
And making mistakes is what it takes.
And there is a difference between...
The ease by which something seen,
Seems to be done.
And the experience by one,
Who knows...
When a readiness is set to deliver.
And no time sooner...
Than that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take The Lid Off The Pot
Just take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got
It's been long in simming
With select ingredients
Mouths drool and this is seen
With a stirring up the scent
Eyes are watering with dreams
Now's the time to dip in and get eating
To stop the teasing that was meant
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot.
To then taste what that pot has got
Delicious is the stew
To satisfy those licking lips
Deliciously it soothes
For those who sit and wish
With a wanting more of it!
Just take that lid off the pot
To savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take that lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got.
'What's the matter? '
There's none left!
'What are you saying?
What do you mean? '
It's gone
All of it
So
Take those memories you've got
And reminisce those wishes
That was inside that pot
There is not even a drop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Unmistakable Achievements Reached
It takes much more than hype,
And bloated embellished images...
To declare one's arrival,
At heights...
Of unmistakable achievements reached.
Too many are quick to add adjectives,
To accomplishments.
As if only statements are required,
To make exaggerations believed.
The proof is in the pudding.
And the taste of it is approved,
As being great.
Beyond the comments that critics make.
With a constant testing...
That takes persistence.
With limited objections...
By those who have observed,
A repetitive endurance.
And a correction of mistakes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only To Nibble A Bit To Then Spit
It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.
People get use to the familiar.
Although prior to it,
They had settled for the bland.
Until a spicing done to that blandness,
Made more of the spice...
Requested by demand.
It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.
A rejection of what had been once presented,
Now is refused as mediocrity.
And a closer inspection becomes harsely critiqued.
Critics come out of the woodwork,
To exclaim their findings weak.
And those who plagiarize,
Take credit for their additions done.
But the one who sweats with an innovation...
Never receives a just due that comes!
It is not easy to deliver,
A betterment of one's best.
It becomes expected,
When a taste is created...
And that taste another accepts.
Only to nibble a bit to then spit,
That's it!
As if what is tasted is nothing but garbage.
Especially if a taste of it reminds one of the rest,
That has already bettered the betterment of one's best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Welcoming Of Their Own Grief
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
Who used their minds and were direct.
I also remember,
When people were not so quick...
To protect obvious mistakes made.
Or wasted the time to debate,
A welcoming of their own grief.
I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference to leave.
And people did not pass judgement,
Before they listened to comprehend.
And today people have grown accustomed...
To ignore the message to then blame the messenger,
For their mistakes made to say as if offended...
They should be forgiven for not being accountable,
As they played unconsciously until it became too late.
And I remember the day when I walked away to leave,
This insanity to embrace my peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There IS Something About Living It
I know how life works.
There is something about living it,
Away from the sidelines in full participation...
That gives one the experience,
To speak on some matters with familiar authority.
I know how life works.
And from connecting 'that' which is observed,
To what's been heard to the ears...
Produces a clarity.
And reduces assumptions to be deduce from reality.
I know how life works.
There is something about living it,
Away from the sidelines in full participation...
That gives one the experience,
To speak on some matters with familiar authority.
And when people say they will do one thing,
But actually do another as was intended to do.
Or those who claim actions done to them happened,
But never occurred as they describe?
They know little about how life works.
And who from a distance has them observed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foul and Unwarranted Indignities
There are many who believe,
That a task made to look easy...
Is quite simple to achieve.
Until they apply what it takes.
And very early in the game,
These folks begin to invoke plagiarism.
Or 'assume' a depth needed,
Should go quite so deep.
But it does
And sooner or later they find themselves
Stopping the desired activity.
Discovering it more difficult,
Than earlier perceived.
And these people become loud critics.
Or people who spew to others,
Foul and unwarranted indignities.
And exposing without knowing it,
Their shown insecurities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Equipped With One's 'A' Game
The road most traveled,
And one that is familiar on a daily basis...
Is the one that creates,
The biggest challenge few are left to debate.
It is too easy to take for granted,
That which one believes is well known.
And to stay awake and remaining equipped
With one's 'A' game...
Is something one accustomed to obstacles,
Has shown time and time again.
It only takes one mistake,
To ruin the flavor of an expected taste...
Of one's favorite cake and that's all it takes,
For one to regard a whole day a major catastrophe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Isn't With Ease
It isn't with ease,
A success accomplished is achieved.
Nor is one 'lucky'...
To experience with initiative AND sacrifice,
With a doing what one does...
Day and night.
And continue to do,
Whatever it takes for most of one's life.
While witnessing others doing what they like...
To then decide they have changed appetites,
For something someone else has done.
With beliefs their requests should be prioritized,
By the one who has sacrificed most of their life...
To finally see after years realized.
It isn't with ease,
A success accomplished is achieved.
'How long did it take you to do what you've done? '
~I would say...
Maybe fifty or more years.~
'Seriously?
And you can't show me,
In a few minutes how you did it?
I aint got that kind of time to waste.'
~Time, patience and tears.
And criticism from peers.
That's what it takes,
My friend.~
'Well...
Like I said.
I aint got time for all that.
I gotta get my groove on.'
~Until it's gone,
Huh? ~
'Whatever.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flavor Five is a book with recipes using five ingredients to possibly be cooked in just five minutes. It will be very user-friendly for the home cook on the run.
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You're My Flavor
The way you love me
Is like a needle in my vein
When you're not around me
You know it just don't feel the same
And I've waited a long time
Just to feel the way I do
Just give me the reason
And I will be all over you
'Cause you're my flavor of love
You're my flavor I'm dreaming of
You're my flavor of love
You're my flavor I'm dreaming of
The way you touch me
Somehow it takes away the pain
And now I'm a junkie
I'm running around without a brain
I got the jones deep inside me
And you are what I wanna do
You give me this feeling
You always make me feel brand new
'Cause you're my flavor of love
You're my flavor I'm dreaming of
You're my flavor of love
You're my flavor I'm dreaming of
Flavor... Ouh come on
'Cause you're my flavor I'm dreaming of
You're my flavor of love
You're my flavor I'm dreaming of
'Cause you're my flavor
You're my flavor I'm dreaming of
Yeah yeah yeah
You're my flavor
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from 5
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Sharp With Added Spice
'Over seasoned! '
This came to spill,
From whispered lips.
Yet to those unacquainted...
The presentation and taste,
Was more than appreciated.
And in their eyes the show of this,
Did not hesitate to express it.
They did not mention an absence of skill.
They were too busy enjoying the delicious cake.
To pick crumbs from plates.
Until the cook appeared unexplained,
From the kitchen to gain attention.
Sharp with added spice,
Comes a lashing from an unexpected tongue.
It seems someone has said,
Whoever is doing the cooking with minimal flair...
Should learn more about baking,
To become more aware of what's required instead!
And serious was the cook who took all hostage!
With an eyebrow raised and quivering lips.
And outraged was the cook's posture...
No one dared to dismiss.
~Out with it!
WHO said 'over seasoned'?
I heard every word.
And it did not please.
WHO was it?
Who dared to say I over season?
When I sweated to perfect...
A guarantee your taste buds would be teased.
Out with it or no one leaves.
You ungrateful banana eating chimpanzees.
How dare you mock my expertise.
I'm not kidding.
Out with it or no one leaves! ~
And throats slowly swallowed.
People froze as they sat.
Wishing they remembered when,
Those comments were made in jest!
'I said that but I was just joking.'
~You provoked me with a whispered joke?
Do you know how close I came to choking a few throats?
I...
Am,
A CHEF.
And serious to the end of my very breath.
With...
And I must admit this,
With a flair for dramatics.
Please...
There is no need for applause.
I accept,
Only business references! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Thought That Was Understood
Make the effort and do your part.
Show you've taken 'some' initiative,
Right from the start.
Fear not the experience of it!
You pray!
And with 'faith' you say...
'Let God lead!
He doesn't need to have others,
In His way.
God is there.
Let Him deliver you,
To where you need to be.'
Instead...
Like so many seen,
You are often observed dragging hopelessly...
On scraped and bruised knees.
As if God adores the agony.
~And all that is required from these folks,
Is just to ask.
I thought that was understood? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cmon People
Well were going to, yeah were going to
Get it right this time.
Were going to really going to
Raise it to the sku.
People are ready to forgive a few mistakes
But lets get started, form a party
Dont you know how long it takes!
Cmon people let the fun begin.
Weve got a future and its rushing in.
Call all the minstrels from the ancient shrine.
Pass down the message that its right this time.
Well Im trying to, yeah Im crying to
Lay it on the line.
Were trying to, really dying to
Get it right this time.
So many yearning for the way its gonna be.
Believe it when you see it happening to you.,
You know its real.
Cmon people let the world begin.
Weve got a future and its charging in.
Well make the best of all we have, and more.
Well do what never has been done before.
Oh yeah.
Well Im going to, yeah Im going to
Get it right this time.
Im going to, really going to
Raise it to the sky.
I must admit I may have made a few mistakes,
But lets get started, from a party
Dont you know how long it takes!
So cmon people let the fun begin.
Weve got a future and its rushing in.
Call all the minstrels from the ancient shrine.
Pass down the message that its right this time.
Oh yeah.
Cmon people let the world begin.
Weve got a future and its charging in.
Now cmon people.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Unconsciously Convinced
Now that they have completely destroyed themselves,
And others...
With every conceivable deception used,
They have returned upon the scene with fresh deceptions...
To declare themselves innocent for making mistakes,
Consciously and foolishly made to be forgiven for them.
They have stated those same mistakes,
They will 'try' not to make again unnecessarily.
And those who had endured through their sufferings,
Have been unconsciously convinced...
The same incompetent people,
Will deliver them from their miseries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeds Done They Do To Leave
Don't you believe people make mistakes?
And should be forgiven for those they make?
'Sure.
I've made quite a few myself.
And not one did I make,
Was an intention to undermine someone else,
Consciously.
Nor did I,
With a premeditation done...
Inflict sorrow on anyone.
Those are not 'mistakes'.
That is a remorse received for a thing done,
Now bringing feelings of guilt and grief.
Feelings of guilt that brings one grief,
Is a payback.
And those are divinely distributed.
Mistakes can be corrected.
Heartaches and 'breaks'...
Are way beyond my jurisdiction to mend.
They require much prayer and faith.
And that is what I have relied on to keep my head up,
To protect from those of destructive forces.
So those who choose to say,
They should be forgiven for making mistakes.
And expect a forgiveness done...
Are 'consciously' approving their own devious activities.
That is the way I see deeds done they do to leave.
With expectations to continue their deceptions.
After an appropriate forgiveness has been delivered.'
Those are not mistakes.
And there is quite a difference.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cooking and taste
eating the same tasteless dinner at the only diner
the umpteenth time, a thought came to my mind
am i a guinea pig or one of its kind
or was there a conspiracy behind
has my taste buds gone out of date
why is all so tasteless, that is the food i ate
i dared to ask the manager why the taste is so bad
bang came a caustic reply, this is by the best cook he ever had
(insinuating a problem not with his cook but with my taste)
well then it has to be my taste buds i thought
directing all my efforts to the food i had bought
then came storming, the savior, inside the hall
in his hand was the same food for which i have taken the fall
indignanlty he shouted at the manager
this food is so bad that even his dog had refused to had
hell i thought even the dog has a better taste
why, why am i such a waste
the dog in me forced me to start cooking that very day
the dog in me does sometimes refuses to eat what i cook
the human in me requests him to hav another look
for, when people are struggling for one square meal a day
how can i keep the food i cooked at bay,
hence i eat, taste or no taste, everything i cook, every day.
Youre My Flavor
The way you love me
Is like a needle in my vein
When youre not around me
You know it just dont feel the same
And Ive waited a long time
Just to feel the way I do
Just give me the reason
And I will be all over you
cause youre my flavor of love
Youre my flavor Im dreaming of
Youre my flavor of love
Youre my flavor Im dreaming of
The way you touch me
Somehow it takes away the pain
And now Im a junkie
Im running around without a brain
I got the jones deep inside me
And you are what I wanna do
You give me this feeling
You always make me feel brand new
cause youre my flavor of love
Youre my flavor Im dreaming of
Youre my flavor of love
Youre my flavor Im dreaming of
Flavor... ouh come on
cause youre my flavor Im dreaming of
Youre my flavor of love
Youre my flavor Im dreaming of
cause youre my flavor
Youre my flavor Im dreaming of
Yeah yeah yeah
Youre my flavor, youre my flavor, youre my flavor,
Youre my flavor Im dreaming of, yeah
All thirthy two baby
Youre my flavor Im dreaming of, yeah
cause youre my flavor of love, yeah. love.
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Making It Real
Making it real,
Is like a good meal...
One gets to taste.
In a moment that can not be replaced,
When making it real.
Makin it real,
And using all...
Ingredients.
Gives a joy as if this is heaven sent.
When making it real.
Making it real,
Is a feeling no one can ever rate.
And those exposed,
Will appreciate...
The taste of what is real.
Making it real...
Shake it up before you bake it.
And using all ingredients.
Shake it then you bake it.
Gives a joy,
As if heaven sent.
When making it real.
Shake it up before you bake it.
Making it real,
Is like a good meal...
One gets to taste.
In a moment that can not be replaced,
When making it real.
Making it real...
Shake it up before you bake it.
And using all ingredients.
Shake it then you bake it.
Gives a joy,
As if heaven sent.
When making it real.
Shake it up before you bake it.
When making it real.
Shake it up before you bake it.
When making it real.
Shake it up before you bake it.
When making it real.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Purposes Of Making Claims
To take a piece and rave about its taste,
While disparaging the creator...
After learning who it was,
Who spent the time in its delivery.
Only validates,
When something delicious is nibbled...
Some will enjoy it for what it is.
And will become interested,
As to 'who' whipped together the flavor.
Seeking an opportunity to meet and greet.
However...
There will always be that 'one' amongst them all,
Who will convince anyone who listens...
They too should become suspicious,
When someone does something so well,
There has to be another motivation...
Needing further investigation.
Because there just has to be much more,
Than just one's experience...
And love that assists one to excel.
Especially when something done is accomplished,
With such tireless effort.
Someone like this needs an instigated probing.
'Have you tasted this?
It is wonderful.'
~I know.
I enjoyed it much better before I discovered,
Who made it.
Aren't you the least bit curious as to 'how' this was done? ~
'No!
If it's to be enjoyed,
Why should I be the one to make attempts to destroy it? '
~Well...
Some of US like to get to the bottom of things.~
'For what purpose?
To re-create the flavor for the purpose of making claims? '
'Not necessarily.
Just to ensure certain procedures were accurately followed.'
~Oh!
I hadn't thought about that.
You do have a point.
Let me recommend that to the others.~
'By all means.
You do that.
And...
If you have the time,
I'd like to have another piece.'
~Sure.
Me too! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain With An Anguish
A pain with an anguish,
Comes to be delivered...
And no matter what the language.
A pain with an anguish,
To be extinguished...
Comes!
Choices given to make decisions,
Have been thoroughly observed.
And...
Witnessed to conflict with wishes,
To have a peace on Earth.
As this Earth was created to serve.
But...
Many believed their greeding,
Was just for them this creation made.
And with an isolating themselves away,
Few have realized their mistakes.
People talk about entitlements.
With a choice to choose their own interests.
But their own interests just don't sit well...
With THAT passing judgements from a greater realm.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
No one living doing things to others...
Can hide what they've done and run.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain with an anguish,
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
A pain with an anguish...
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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