Will It Enhance a Diet Missed?
Brimming of pink,
With a fizz that drizzles.
And sipped,
For taste buds to delight.
And marketed to excite,
Inviting appetites.
We must be appeased by the sight of it,
As it sits.
Although it may have nothing to do,
With a nourishment wished,
Yet not done.
And encouraged we are to drink,
By everyone who runs to get some.
'But...
What is it?
Will it enhance a diet missed?
One insisted that should exist.
If we all, indeed, should be physically fit! '
What is more important?
Your health,
Or conformity?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enhanced Awareness
I confess...
I am guilty!
I do exercise,
To enhance my stamina.
I watch my diet,
To enhance health.
I meditate,
To enhance my peace of mind.
And I do the best I can...
To ignore the ignorance
Coming from people like you,
Who seem to enjoy
Seeing my fingers ball into a fist,
Resisting it from splitting your lip!
So yes,
I confess!
I am guilty as charged,
For using enhanced awareness...
To keep me from behind jail cell bars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picasso's Last Words (Drink To Me)
The Grand Old Painter Died Last Night
His Paintings On The Wall
Before He Went He Bade Us Well
And Said Goodnight To Us All.
Drink To Me, Drink To My Health
You Know I Can't Drink Any More
Drink To Me, Drink To My Health
You Know I Can't Drink Any More
3 O'clock In The Morning
I'm Getting Ready For Bed
It Came Without A Warning
But I'll Be Waiting For You Baby
I'll Be Waiting For You There
So Drink To Me Drink To My Health
You Know I Can't Drink Any More
Drink To Me Drink To My Health
You Know I Can't Drink Any More
Jet... Drink To Me
Drink To Me... Ho Hey Ho
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Picassos Last Words
The grand old painter died last night
His paintings on the wall
Before he went he bade us well
And said goodnight to us all.
Drink to me, drink to my health
You know I cant drink any more
Drink to me, drink to my health
You know I cant drink any more
3 oclock in the morning
Im getting ready for bed
It came without a warning
But Ill be waiting for you baby
Ill be waiting for you there
So drink to me drink to my health
You know I cant drink any more
Drink to me drink to my health
You know I cant drink any more
French interlude
Temp change
Jet... drink to me
Drunken chorus
French (tempo) drink to me... ho hey ho
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Irresponsibility
Irresponsibility makes it okay to trash the streets.
And leave them that way until someone or 'they'
Picks up after others...
With a broom to sweep.
To make them appear neat.
Irresponsibility makes it okay to excuse discipline.
Since everyone in a lazy environment...
Can validate that same laziness seen,
Is also within them.
Irresponsibility makes it okay to ignore what is right.
And putting off a diet to physically exercise...
Is something naturally expressed since one's health,
Has and always been compromised day and night.
For the sole purpose to eliminate responsibility altogether.
And keep accountability out of one's sight.
Hopefully forever.
To keep a life jeopardized in sustained complaints,
At one's delight.
Since this ensures someone pays,
For keeping them victimized and mentally in strife.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foolishness Encouraged
A foolishness encouraged,
Begins a growth of it.
Look around!
And as this is done,
Ask yourself this question,
'When did I believe,
This would flourish...
To enhance my nourishment? '
And if you can not answer that at all...
Hold yourself accountable!
Since a responsibility for it belongs,
To 'you'!
No one else has kept a reaction to this stalled.
You have been in complete deluded acceptance.
With a difficulty now found,
To sweep the affects of it away from your doorstep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experiment of God's Wish
That we live encouraged,
To acknowledge and grow...
Is important.
That we share what is learned...
And upon others bestow,
What it is we know...
Is important.
That the slate is wiped cleaned,
From that which is demeaning.
And we strive to occupy our minds,
With meaning and beneficial things.
And this to others we present and bring...
Is important while we still exist.
To discover that which affords us all happiness,
Is important.
Since this is why we have been blessed to be here!
And this is the 'experiment' of God's wish!
For you,
And me.
On this planet we have come to call Earth.
This has been important,
From the time we experienced,
That process of birth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insisted
There is so much about life we do know!
And so much about it we pretend does not exist.
Only to medicate ourselves,
To accept a point of view...
Insisted with the assistance of complaints,
We all share and defend...
That the 'reality' lived,
Has to have a normalcy that 'is' crazed!
In a conformity that is allowed,
Preferred and recommended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Eleven Angels #4
(4) HEALTH ANGEL
Your personal doctor, yes
your Health Angel,
capable to heal
your body and soul
to make you invulnerable
against malady, physically fit
and in the pink
poem by Noel Horlanda
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Yet This Is The Mist I Missed
You insisted the mist,
I should miss...
In the midst,
Of intimacy.
Was mist missed,
But not...
In the midst,
Of what we did...
To do.
This sits with me not to forget.
Yet this is the mist,
I missed.
In remission reminiscing,
Intimately we did kiss.
And without specific resistance,
You permitted done...
We did...
To let do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind-Full Folly
- I'm quite uncertain
if I've ever had an original thought.
Perhaps I have, but then missed it,
or worse yet, forgot it.
What cruel pranks the human mind plays
upon the body that houses it.
Does it have no gratitude
for the oxygen, the blood flow, the nourishment
it is supplied with by this humble body?
Does it not even once desire to give sincere thanks,
to the eyes
for illuminating its possibilities of knowing
the amazing world all about?
to the ears,
for the sublime sounds
manifested upon it?
to the nose,
that has given it the incredibly delicious sensation
of scent?
or to the taste buds,
that have provided brief ecstatic moments
of culinary delight?
Why does the mind go it's own rambling way?
Flittering to and fro
from one thought to the next,
only briefly passing through the deepest
most wonderful ones, and then
tossing them into the unknown
to be forgotten.
- What folly our uncontrollable parts
put forth for us to contend endlessly with.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Pink
A blush of pink:
She'd caught a roving eye -
He gave a wink.
Her smile had played a shy
And quaint florescence;
The siren of pubescence
Drew him in.
She bade him touch her hair,
Suggesting that he dare
To kiss her pulsing lips!
E'er the fool a man, he did:
The drips of blood began to cheer -
And so, another rid:
Tips of fangs are sharp, you know -
Dancing ivory feeds her soul -
See her claim a howl upon a chilling wind!
Slain, he lay across a crimson floor:
She grinned in her repletion.
A blush of pink;
Beneath a glowering sky
Her savoured drink
Was done.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Torrents Drenched With Turbinado Sugar
Your lips,
When kisses taste sweetened...
Reminds me,
Of torrents drenched with Turbinado sugar.
Harvested raw and fresh,
From the rich lava whipped grounds...
Found,
On the Islands of Hawaii.
And I yearn to have this melt upon your tongue.
As I enhale deeply the warmth of your breath,
Spiced.
I've used some on the baked chicken.
On the tossed green salad!
Made with Romaine, garden tomatos...
Vadalia onion, mixed peppers, lemon juice and love!
To delight my taste buds,
After my dance inside your inviting mouth.
And rushing to bare us both...
To prepare in our sharing of dessert!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Miss the taste
Taste is
Not health...
health is
very taste for life...
keep your mouth
At with out taste...
Take food
For health...
health is
Not only taste...
It help's for good life...
so...
Miss the taste
with your mouth
Don't woory...!
It is help of health...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Same bright of the Sun
very day, Sun rises with same bright
With it's behave, It makes every one excite
you can say It is charming sight
With it's politeness, you become delight
It is the magic of the Sun keep strong and tight
When darkness changes into white
It is true that might is right
Than same white becomes night
Sun always argue for It's right
Keep ready Itself to fight
It takes always balance diet
You can touch It as a Kite
Sun always rides at It's hight
But gives the poor and the rich equel light
Regular and punctual is It's flight
keep itself calm and quiet
May 3,2008.
abdul razaq
poem by Abdul Razaq
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The Scenic Garden
As I walk with your hand in mine, I see the most beautiful paradise known to man,
My eyes water at the magnificence of this garden like land,
Everything looks as if it’s a dream beyond the farthest span,
Let’s take a walk through paradise as I hold your hand,
I can see that majestic fountain that sits in the center of the garden of glee,
I observe in awe as I see the water flow gently down the steeps,
And it seems as if this is all made up in a dream,
But the reality is that in this garden of glee is where the angels sleep,
I’ve never seen something so beautiful in my life,
It looks as if the heavens came down to enhance my dream like sight,
The flowers are so scenic of pink, yellow, red and white,
This wonderland is so beautiful the plants blossom in the night,
As I walk with your hand in mine the rain drizzles gently to the ground,
I listen closely and I hear the birds chirping in the most beautiful of sounds,
I’m surrounded by magic in this beautiful garden all around,
Then I turn to you and lay my lips on yours,
I close my eyes in the process and realize it’s even more beautiful than before,
What I’ve realized is that, this magic garden isn’t the most that I adore,
It’s your hand in mine that I’ll hold forever more.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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Diet Coke
I'm a diet coke addict and not ashamed of my plight.
I must admit I guzzle each and every morning, noon and night.
Whether via bottle, can or glass I really don't care
As my taste buds are hypnotized by this enchanting fare.
As for my daily intake I have no idea of the amount.
I'm too busy chugging this elegant elixir to bother with a count.
Though one word of caution to those who imbibe regular coke:
Best you switch to delightful diet and not become one of those heavy folk.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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There Could Have Been A Flourishing
There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
And an increase of understanding,
From everyone released.
There could have been growth,
With a beneficial purpose done.
But that road was blocked...
By the ones who joined that bandwagon,
With wishes to have these joint ventures stopped.
There could have been,
A respecting of differences from the beginning...
To everyone's benefit.
There could have been appreciation expressed,
For one person to the next.
There could have been ideals addressed,
With less dissecting as to whose suggestions...
Were better than the rest.
But minds seeking to impress...
Infected all with a lack of interest.
There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
But those mature enough to do this,
Could no longer endure those immature!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My God Is Special
I am physically blind...
But oh God, thanks be to you for your spiritual sight.
I am physically deaf...
But oh God, thanks be to you that
Iam able to hear your sweet, sweet voice.
I physically cannot speak...
But God, thaks be to you for knowing
And understanding all my needs.
I physically cannot walk...
But oh God, thanks be to you for leading
And guiding me in your righteous way.
Thanks be to you oh God, for letting me know
That I am special.
Because you are special to me.
poem by Evelyn Clayborn
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My God Is Special
I am physically blind...
But oh God, thanks be to you for your spiritual sight.
I am physically deaf...
But oh God, thanks be to you that
Iam able to hear your sweet, sweet voice.
I physically cannot speak...
But God, thaks be to you for knowing
And understanding all my needs.
I physically cannot walk...
But oh God, thanks be to you for leading
And guiding me in your righteous way.
Thanks be to you oh God, for letting me know
That I am special.
Because you are special to me.
Evelyn Clayborn
poem by suchul Jin
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Pink Skies Tonight, Shepards Delight
Pink skies tonight
is a shepard's delight
to me its a heart filling sight
swirling colours crack out through sun's light
suffocating clouds coil into a rainbow swirl
brilliant shades of gold turn silver to the world
as stars take their righful places in the sky
a dreamy sight to anyone's eyes
pinker planes turn darker still
with the clouds drinking in their fill
the skies grow darker untill
pink skies vanished, stars to replace
clouds turned invisible, wished away in haste
it had all began and faded far too soon
to replaced with the darkness of a circle
surrounding the moon
poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
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