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With Minted Sweeteners

When your booty banked has tanked,
Will you first think to give thanks?
Or will you think of breaking ranks...
Upon this dawning.

Will you be a grumpy crank?
Wishing for someone to spank.
Or will you decide to think,
This a warning?

Your pennies now make less cents.
Even if condensed to lint.
But they're kept as sentiments,
Like worthless pawnings.

But somehow you kept your faith,
A return to waste would take...
A slower pace believed?
Don't grieve!

How about a ha ha,
He he
Ho ho hum out to you?

Would you like that spread on cheese?
With a cup of tea with that too?

Since the ooo ooo
Of your boo hoo days are here.
And everything about them,
Neared.
But you sought clarity!

How about a ha ha,
He he
Ho ho hum out to you?

Would you like that spread on cheese?
With a cup of tea with that too?

Since the ooo ooo
Of your boo hoo days are here.
And everything about them,
Neared.
But you sought clarity!
With minted sweeteners.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded By The Kicking Up of Dust

You seek confirmation for yesterday's visions.
With an assistance sought,
For clarity and comprehension.

And the speed at which things change,
Has a need for passengers riding...
Who are more receptive.

That is why you remain out of touch.
You are hesitating to wait to aboard,
Something much slower than a bus.

And those days have long been gone.
You sought no rush!
Now you find you are blinded...
By the kicking up of dust.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ode To Cheese

☺ .
Ode To Cheese,
Which Makes Us Smile,
When Camera's go Clack.
Ode To Cheese,
Which make us taste,
The greatest of flavors, the wackiest of whack.
Ode To Cheese,
Blue, Gorgonzola,
American and Cheddar.
Ode To Cheese,
Beja and Feta,
In all types of weather.
Ode To Cheese,
For those on a diet,
or trying to get fatter.
Ode To Cheese,
with crackers and wine,
with grapes can flatter.
Ode To Cheese,
when you're sad and happy,
Cheese just fits.
Ode To Cheese,
Mountains and Mountains,
or bits and bits.

Ode to the Cheese,
To appreciate,
eat,
and take pictures.

poem by Life Poem
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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.

quote by George Oppen
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Cheese Cake

I met a babe in a backseat drive-in
Back in the saddle shed sit
Pulled on the reins just to keep me risin
She loved to chomp at the bit
Daddy do it, oh, just do it
Daddy do it, please let me see
Do it, please just do it daddy
Do it, do it, drivin me crazy
She walks away with her eyes
Down on her bootlace
She lives to give it away
She dont believe in the right or the wrong case
Shes always liable to say
Daddy do it, oh, just do it
Daddy do it, please let me see
Do it, please just do it daddy
Do it, do it, drivin me crazy
(cheese cake), looser than her sister
(cheese cake), her sugar gets me high
She knows I cant resist her (cheese cake)
Got my fingers in her pie (cheese cake)
(cheese cake), sneakin out the back door
(cheese cake), rollin down the lawn
Everybody kissed her (cheese cake)
At the crack of dawn (cheese cake)
Daddy do it, oh, just do it
Daddy do it, please let me see
Daddy do it, please just do it daddy
Do it, do it, do it, drivin me crazy
(cheese cake), looser than her sister
(cheese cake), her sugar gets me high
She knows I cant resist her (cheese cake)
Got my fingers in her pie (cheese cake)
Repeat (cheese cake)

song performed by by Aerosmith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A cream tea to live for

It’s the flash of bright sunlight
reflected off a passing car
that stops me in my tracks –
picking out the teatime plate which
-since I’m one of those who motivate themselves
by the ‘reward’ system –
twenty minutes of gardening
have made all the sweeter:

a slice of soda bread, warm
from baking just two hours ago;
spread with crumbly-textured home-made cream cheese
(got it right this time, as much by accident) ,
and spread on this, red strawberry jam;
a slight mound here and there
implying a whole fruit promising itself
in this superior ‘preserve’..
the sunlight shining on its gleaming surface

it’s like those foodie photographs
(and yes, I know, they have to use
shaving foam because of those hot studio lights…):
those photographs in the lifestyle section
which we linger over, but have
already decided long ago,
yes, that’s for me; or, that’ll never be for me…

today, it seems, its perfection
is, for me: for this, heaven and earth were made;
if the gods are to be sought,
they are only to be sought
in the present moment.
Today, they do not fail. Nor I. Nor I.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Conceivers

I inspire to motivate and this has been admitted,
With a freedom that is easily given.
And I have often thought if I charged for my services,
How many then would falsely claim...
They only sought me for cheese to munch.

And somehow they had a 'calling' from beyond,
To put their names on it as 'conceivers'.
As I am left impregnated by their impatient pauses.
While they await to see in a collective discovery,
What new flavor I add to 'their' cheese to eat and critique.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Discernment

once it was the clarity that i sought
and there was none and all i had is doubt

once i was sure of myself
and believed it to be so such stuff that is stiff
until i became a river of stool
and everything in there is foul

and i slept and i wake up and i thought
about what are those that landed in my spout

perhaps clarity is not what must be sought
neither doubt
for who wants doubt to rule our lives
as though we do not live in a world of lies
upon some layers of
historical rocks and socks?

and then i simply look around me
simply describing what comes and what passes on a day

a bus loading passengers
hands waiving gears
a very calm sea
a wharf where boats are free
a house by the mountain
fireflies feasting on the rain
a tree crown at night
beside a river up tight
sounds of owls and
ghouls
a rain that starts
pouring
on the roof of the house
listening
simply listening
much about nothing
about these things
as they are
disregarding
who we are

every moment is an act to be done
spic and span
every hour
an spectator
every second simply
passing line
beyond the edge
of a clean page

i do not think for the future now
in the same manner that i let the past sleep like it were dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Give Me No More Booty

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Giving me so much,
Makes my head get such a rush.

I can't sustain my game with it!
Or sustain my need to be relieved.
I'm whipped!
Quick.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.

I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
But...
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Your booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.

You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.

I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.

Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
And boot!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contatous Smile.

Lets share each others vibes,
and make each other smile!
For a smile lights of our days,
and a rainbow seen for miles!

So keep Shining your smile so bright,
like the dawning of new days light.
For the sun your hearts are the way,
to have peace & love in your days.

So re-post this peom and see,
that a smile is contatous indeed!
And if we are all so lucky,
our smiles will spread like a weed...

poem by Craig Moon
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The Moon Rabbit

In the night sky,
Sits the moon,
And on that moon lives,
The moon rabbit.
What he does up there,
All alone,
Is completely unknown.

But I think I’ve figured it out.

He spends his time,
Making cheese.
He makes cheese,
For the moon people.
And every year,
They have a cheese party,
To say thank-you,
To their cheese making friend.

poem by Mandy Jane
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Quarterback

Even in pain.
You called the plays.
And retrieved the ball...
Deciding where to throw it.
That choice was yours to make.
Not only did you become the quarterback...
You are also a team member.
One of the players.

If you can not fulfill your part,
With a clarity...
Do not try to shift your weight,
On anyone else's shoulders.
Everyone that plays,
Should be focused on winning.
Even in pain.

Even in pain.
You called the plays.
And retrieved the ball...
Deciding where to throw it.

You've got a lot of 'child' in you remaining.

And no one here is obligated,
To listen about 'your' bad days.
If you can not fulfill your part,
With a clarity...
Don't show up!

If you can not fulfill your part,
With a clarity...
Do not try to shift your weight,
On anyone else's shoulders.
Everyone that plays,
Should be focused on winning.

Everyone here,
Unfortunately...
Now has to decide,
Whether or not they wish to continue...
Looking at you!

Do you realize how stressful that is?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Days to Remember

Do you remember the days?
The days of Cinderella wanting to go the ball
The days of the seven dwarfs
The days when you believed in it

I remember those days
The days you held your mother’s hand
The days when you wished on a star
The days you believed that wish would come true

Do you remember the days?
The days of jump rope
The days of secret hand shakes
The days you believed it was just so easy

I remember those days
The days when you would hide and they would seek
The days of spending all day playing ball
The days you thought it would never get hard

We all remember those days

poem by Ambra Milton
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Religious Nature

Why do you sleep when time has finished,
And cheese is a food for the sheep to make,
For the cheese asyouknow can bind you;
For cheese is recommended more than milk
And milk is what religion transmitted and given,
To forget and forgive the children say milk will be given,
As religion will thrive as regions of life can gain heaven.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Facts About Cheese

When the price of cheese was so low a few years ago that the
dairymen seriously thought of giving up the manufacture
of cheese and of selling their cows, we published the fol-
lowing lines and distributed them by the thousand :

Price soon will rise, though now 'tis low,
And brooks of milk will onward flow ;
Were it collected in one stream
There would be floods of milk and cream.

Mr. T. D. Millar has just secured, Sept., 1884, the first prize for cheese at the great
cheese fair at Amsterdam, Holland. They weighed over 600 pounds each, and were
manufactured by the Burnside Factory of Dorchester. The Galloway Factory is manufacturing
several cheese weighing one ton each. The mammoth cheese, alluded to in cheese ode,
was manufactured by Mr. James Harris, Ingersoll Factory. The Dnnn Cheese Factory, North
Oxford, secured first prize at the great Centennial Exhibition, but where all factories
produce such excellent cheese perhaps it would be making invidious distinctions to specify
the honours won by any particular factory. The West Oxford Company have recently built a
fine factory on the Culloden Road.

poem by James McIntyre
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Save That Look For Someone Else

I want to make one thing perfectly clear!

'Okay.
And...
What is that? '

Oh no.
You are not going to try to trick me.
I know what you're up to.
You want me to provide clarity,
BEFORE your questions are asked.
Don't you?

'But,
I didn't ask you for clarity.
You volunteered.'

I see.
So now you want to take advantage of my honesty.
You think I'm stupid?
I am not volunteering anything,
Until I know what it is I am volunteering for.
And save that look for someone else.
No question?
No clarity.
And that's it!

'I am not going to suggest you have issues.'

Is that a question?
It didn't sound like one.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's What A Growing Does

Long before I met you,
I was introduced to myself first.
And that meeting took awhile,
Before I felt a clarity.

With a clarity noticed I wanted to know.
And to let go of that which I did not need.

Now with clarity and identity intact,
I can understand...
Why today you say I've changed.
I have learned that's what a growing does.

And I hope that growth continues to show.
With a letting go of that which my mind does not feed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In My Own World

Often I sit to wonder,
What does it all mean?
To have what it seems to be,
Explicit clarity.
And then be accused by others,
I am in my own world!
Oh...
So untrue.

IF this was 'truly' my own world...
So few I had invited to visit,
Would stay to exist.
If 'this' was my own world.

If this 'was' my own world,
Not many would walk around...
Disrespecting it as they wish.
And no one would sit with expectations.
That would not be an entitlement.

IF this 'was' my own world...
There'd be many more catering,
To the joys of others!
And the complaints I would hear,
Would be...
'How can we assist you,
To spread in your world more happiness.'

Often I sit to wonder,
What does it all mean?
To have what it seems to be,
Explicit clarity.
And then be accused by others,
I am in my own world!
Oh...
So untrue.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prophecy of a Ten Ton Cheese

In presenting this delicate, dainty morsel to the imagination of the people, I believed that it could be realized. I viewed the machine that turned and raised the mamoth cheese, and saw the powerful machine invented by James Ireland at the West Oxford companies factory to turn the great and fine cheese he was making there. This company with but little assistance could produce a ten ton cheese.

Who hath prophetic vision sees
In future times a ten ton cheese,
Several companies could join
To furnish curd for great combine
More honor far than making gun
Of mighty size and many a ton.

Machine it could be made with ease
That could turn this monster cheese,
The greatest honour to our land
Would be this orb of finest brand,
Three hundred curd they would need squeeze
For to make this mammoth cheese.

So British lands could confederate
Three hundred provinces in one state,
When all in harmony agrees
To be pressed in one like this cheese,
Then one skillful hand could acquire
Power to move British empire.

But various curds must be combined
And each factory their curd must grind,
To blend harmonious in one
This great cheese of mighty span,
And uniform in quality
A glorious reality.

But it will need a powerful press
This cheese queen to caress,
And a large extent of charms
Hoop will encircle in its arms,
And we do not now despair,
But we shall see it at world's fair.

And view the people all agog, so
Excited o'er it in Chicago,
To seek fresh conquests queen of cheese
She may sail across the seas,
Where she would meet reception grand
From the warm hearts in old England.

poem by James McIntyre
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With A Sqeezing Done To Live

To save up today,
For a later date...
Is commendable if possible,
For those in positions to do it.

However...
For the few with tightened belts,
Wishing the taste of a cheese melt...
Can not escape from the fact,
That with a squeezing done to live...
As it already is,
Have no pennies left to pinch...
With wishes made to save them.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cheese Balls

Cheese balls!

Sniff them as you lick them,
Cheese balls.
Delicious when you eat them,
Cheese balls.
Salty and their tart.
A snack that's hard to stop!

Cheddar up.

Cheese balls.
Sniff them as you lick them.
Cheese balls.
Delicious when you eat them.
Cheese balls.
Salty and they're tart,
And a snack that's hard to top.

Cheddar up.

Get a big bag and begin to stuff your gutt.

Those, those, those...
Cheese balls.
The cheddar makes them better.
Cheese balls.
They're better when they're cheddar.
Forget about the fedder...
And that gouda gotta go!
You've got to get them cheddar.
It's that cheddar taste that grows.

Cheddar up, cheddar up, cheddar up!
Those cheese balls...
Delicious when you eat them.
Cheese balls.
Sniff them as you lick them.
Cheese balls.
And a snack that's hard to stop!
Salty and they're tart...
Forget about the fedder.
And that gouda gotta go!
Cheese balls!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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