Woes Like This Are Difficult to Replace
Fresh awakening from a deepened sleep,
Many are heard exclaming...
How quickly things have changed overnight.
And who they believe is responsible...
For the letting of their standards they valued go.
With the blaming of the tooth fairy for not leaving a dime,
To undo the bittersweet taste of decay left...
Under a goose feathered plucked and comforting pillow.
Woes like this,
Are difficult to replace...
With candied kisses and promises,
To fleece the next herd of sheep counted while sleeping...
Of their wool, teeth and affordable lambchops,
To leave pre-seasoned as a gift!
With coupons as a bonus...
That might satisfy the craving for vegetables and a baked potato.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Tightwad Tooth Fairy Called Griselda
There was a tightwad tooth fairy
and Griselda was her name.
When you had your teeth out
and put them under the pillow
she would come along and pinch them
and leave nothing in return.
You would wake up in the morning;
look under your pillow for some dosh,
but under your pillow was empty there.
As you looked at the empty space,
you knew straight away
that Griselda the tightwad tooth fairy
had been about.
Complaints followed complaints
to fairly land
about this tightwad tooth fairy.
The fairy council
had never heard of such a thing.
A tightwad tooth fairy.
Oh, this could never be.
They had never had a case
of a tooth fairy leaving no money.
Something had to be done.
Griselda was called
and stood before the council
and asked to explain why
she was a tightwad
and left no money behind.
The miserly tooth fairy
thought for a moment.
She was saving some money
to buy herself a fairy yacht,
only it took a lot of teeth
to purchase one of them.
For her crimes,
she was sent to work with Santa’s Elves.
She sits in the toy factory
banging happily away,
because if the truth were known
she didn’t want to be a tooth fairy anyway.
5 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Improprieties
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
Anything done you did you had time to correct.
And those blatant mistakes you've made,
Would have long been forgotten with an apology.
Your wish to be seen,
As something other than a human being...
Has left you in a deep ditch.
Along with other hypocrites,
You shared a commonness with.
Mixed and socialized in a doing of discreet business.
Well...
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
And what you intentionally did to others,
Had not been a good thing to do...
For the doing you did to get done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Very Rare That Cookies Would Leave Lips Unlicked
Desired wishes to keep things the way they are...
Is as foolish as an adult,
Putting dentures under a pillow...
And hoping the tooth fairy will leave,
At least twenty dollars for a row of false teeth.
To be deluded with disappointment,
Is hard to overcome when someone has this belief!
And this is the crisis...
Although exaggerated,
Some employing these devices face.
They have been abandoned to deal with unexpected realitlies,
Even though signs of them coming...
Had been quickly from their minds erased.
Leaving those with preferances...
With choices to dunk their cookies,
In fresh white milk!
Or secret wishes to dip into chocolate,
Day or night.
And no one to recommend which to dismiss.
And 'if' sins committed can be exposed for what they are,
From pulpits!
And such activities found delicious and admitted...
Whether or not consented and/or sneaked!
Then why must a thrusting done and covered up,
Can not be happily enjoyed under wet and heated sheets?
Without a guilt that comes to disturb one's sleep.
'I don't understand this at all! '
Cookies tasted in the dark...
Delivers a spark better enjoyed,
When the absence of light prevents a thorough examination.
It's very rare that cookies would leave lips unlicked,
And the beauty of mystery,
Is to let it sit until it finally disconnects from a mysteriousness...
If allowed to be left alone!
'Oh...
I see!
That is as clear as roasted pudding! '
Roasted pudding?
Ugh.
'Turn off the light.
Goodnight! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Milk Teeth Miracles
my daughter
asks when we are out
can we visit
the toy shop
and oh the joy
in her eyes
with a yes reply
as she scans
all assembled boxes
latest arrivals
desire to possess
is in her heart
but she will not
ask only dream
appreciate
time of viewing
my daughter
would rather
I bought her
the latest
beautiful Barbie doll
complete
with accessories
selection of beautiful dresses
beautiful in boxes
rather
than I soft
blow
precious
wisdom seeds
to the winds
my daughter
plans to save up
all her money
magical gift money
the tooth fairy
in soft night love
leaves under
her pillow
for next lost
tooth ivory
wonder
milk teeth
gaps
smile up
grow
each tooth
under middle
of her pillow
firmly
sleep
guarded
joy
morning
showing
crisp
new mint
gift
money
waiting
smiling
her plan
to magic money
save up
to purchase
her dream doll
love seed sows
teases
pleases
maturity
teaches
while I prepare
leaving
to hang up quill
to fill the till
to shower dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Wish To Do With A Want To Touch
A wish to do with a want to touch,
Has to have no distractions.
And lessons learned,
With a yearning to know...
Must be attached to desire to grow.
OR dreams will be left never to be revealed,
To leave those believing all that is needed,
Is a squeezing them out of a pillow.
A wish to do with a want to touch,
With a craving to taste as if needed so much.
Eventually comes to satisfy,
The one who makes it happen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Counted On Love
Morse, Walsh)
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I'm hangin on, 'cause I hate letting go (I hate letting go)
I'm not that strong, but you already know how I hate letting go
We believed that dreams came true, now that picture's torn in two
I counted on love but love will never cry for me
I counted on love but love will never lie for me
I counted on love but lover say goodbye for me
I counted on love
Some great defender, is that what you need? To heal not to bleed
Some great pretender shouting
"SET YOURSELF FREE- SET YOURSELF FREE"
Why do memories have to be like a lock without a key?
I counted on love but love will never cry for me
I counted on love but love will never lie for me
I counted on love but lover say goodbye for me
I was flying oh so high
Now I'm trying not to cry
I was trying, but I'm dying, 'cause I hate letting go
I counted on love but love will never cry for me
I counted on love but love will never lie for me
I counted on love but lover say goodbye for me
I counted on love
I counted on you
song performed by by Kansas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Plight.
Bear with me as I tell of my plight,
I am just an old man that cannot sleep at night.
I have counted millions of sheep in my time,
Even written verses that usually rhyme.
Full moon nights are really the worse
For then I am compelled to write more verse.
Sleeping tablets I have take by the score,
These make things worse and cause me to snore.
I have had hot baths before going to bed,
These make my skin wrinkly and red.
Cold showers I have tried to make me sleep,
But I only end up counting more sheep.
They say as one gets older one does not need so much sleep.
When I hear this psuedo wisdom I just want to weep.
When I was young eight hours sleep was just right.
It saw me through a long restful night.
If just for once I could sleep through the night,
I would not ask you to bear with my plight.
poem by Bernard Shaw
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Blanket
Let not vanish the oversea service
With wool soft,
As the flash of fire-worms.
On the blue blanket,
‘Made in Korea’ printed,
Made Korean hands immortal,
But ‘SHEEP’ written nowhere.
As December threatened with mist,
Blanket kept me warm.
My soul shuddered a night,
Shaken by the fever storm,
And I crept tired,
Under blanket refugee like,
Then a Paracetamol pill lulled me.
Under the woolly blanket,
Bloom dreams amorous
At silvered fragrant night:
Entangled tender branches,
Then did chit bud fresh,
Within the folds unruly
Of the blanket blue.
Simple sheep on hillock grazed,
Giving wool great,
Eternal changed:
Things simple so changed great.
Evil showers heavily,
Earth is frozen,
And need a blanket to warm up.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Fresh Voices Heard
Do the fresh voices heard,
Enhance to inspire...
The encouragement of higher consciousness?
Deceit can not seem to smother.
Or have they too been sold,
To silence the old insights.
The ones that frighten sweetened appetites.
With beliefs a release from the past,
Will undo delusions praised to last.
And a comforting with a replacement of truth,
Those with old insights,
Were too quick to strip away...
The selling of misconceptions fresh voices heard,
Will keep pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Craving
Lying here on the couch
With my heart in the mouth
Realize you were right I was wrong and
Im in pieces and bits but thats nothing you can fix
Cause baby youre still my addiction
Ohhh
Every minutes like a thousand years
Since you were lying here
[chorus:]
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste gotta get a taste
Satisfy my need
Baby, wont you save me
Got this craving for you
For you...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Its like you live in these walls
I hear your voice down the hall
I swear I see your face its everywhere its every place
I start myself past the pain but still it wont go away
The more I try to forget I remember
Ohhh
Every minutes like a thousand years
Since you were lying here
[chorus:]
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste gotta get a taste
Satisfy my need
Baby, wont you save me
Got this craving
To lose myself in you and were standing in the rain
To keeping you awake through the night
I hunger for your touch
Cause I need you back whats wrong with that
No I cant be without you no more
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste
Gotta get a taste satisfy my need
Baby wont you save me
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste
Gotta get a taste satisfy my need
Baby wont you save me
Got this craving for you
Craving for you
song performed by by O-town
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Fresh Is The Scent Of Invention
Fresh is the scent of invention.
It invites to awaken the adventure,
In us all.
Without hesitation....
We are attracted to taste what is offered.
And if it adds a flavor to savor,
An introduction becomes the next craving...
Anticipated,
Until something new comes along to replace it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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5. All Scone
Fresh baked scones all golden brown
With jam and clotted cream
Espresso coffee frothy whipped
For high tea what a dream
A platter full of sandwiches
Garnished green with salad
Piano in the corner plays
Another well known ballad
Torn between selections
Is it brown or maybe white?
Having cut the crusts away
Leaving nothing but one bite
Out came the fancy cake plate
Full of fresh baked scone
Six of them and four of us
I hope for more than one
We finish off the platter
Now scones all piping hot
I didn’t eat mine quickly enough
So one was all I got
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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One's Beliefs
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Misdirection can be debated,
For reasons to entertain those who make changes.
But one's beliefs as they are...
Are only fed to keep them out of the way.
And kept faithfully attached,
For purposes to serve!
Not to discuss what are facts.
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Like one's knowledge of facts...
Depends on who is being pleased.
And for what reasons they've been directed,
To go first down on their knees,
Hoping to find their minds comforted.
And...
Beliefs,
As they are interpreted to be.
Aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
To please and comfort the converted
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nice Sleep
At your
Sleeping time...
Don't use...
Very high pillow...
Use very low
And soft pillow...
It is comfort for...
Nice sleep...
With out nick ache...
And good blood cerculatin
For your brain...
Sumall pillow help...!
Giddness
And B.P.
For your self
Without use pillow...s
Is good...
For not only your sleep
At your's help health also....
Ok...
Take nice sleep...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Even Those Paid to Be Biased
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
Eyes all over the place,
Are opening wide to see...
Exactly who those victims are.
And recognizing everyday,
The identity of the wolves.
And knowing they've been branded as sheep.
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
And the ones who tremble and shake in their limousines,
Find they feel desperate not to be revealed, caught or seen.
Afraid their deceiving and greedy days,
Rapidly lose in snob appeal and popularity.
And in their social circles they sweat, yes!
All of them are suffering in nervous regret!
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stewed for Taste
Naturally...
If one is fed nonsense,
That is all one knows to accept.
Anything else that may be better to digest...
Will get a rejection,
If it is not marketed to infest...
As the best for one of limited consciousness.
And limitations imposed,
Will be sold as those to be correct!
With an affectiveness,
To produce what one expects!
Naturally.
And with less effort.
Especially,
If some are treated as meat.
And seasoned to be eaten,
As a selected treat!
Leaving the unsuspected,
To be gobbled up like sheep.
Once left...
To sit,
Brewing and stewed for taste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You're Asleep (a childhood dream}
When you’re asleep
Does life go on
Or does it stop? I wonder
Have you ever stopped?
And thought
And had a little ponder
The things you’ve done
The night before
Are still there in the morning
No evidence that things have moved
While asleep
There’s been no warning
Yet when you were young
Milk teeth fell out
Mum said put them under bunny
A tooth fairy
Will come at night
And exchange them for some money
And what of Christmas
Now there’s a thing
Your told to sleep so tight
For some guy called
Father Christmas
Creeps around your bed at night
So what of sleepy nights
Between teeth and Christmas day
Have things moved? I ponder
Do fairies come to stay?
My things put back by morning
Will they come again,
They come without warning
With my toys they like to play DLP
(I wonder? Think I keep my eyes open tonight)
poem by Don Pengilly
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The Sheep
The Sheep adorns the landscape rural
And is both singular and plural—
It gives grammarians the creeps
To hear one say, 'A flock of sheeps.'
The Sheep is gentle, meek and mild,
And led in herds by man or child—
Being less savage than the rabbit,
Sheep are gregarious by habit.
The Sheep grows wool and thus promotes
The making of vests, pants and coats—
Vests, pants and coats and woolen cloths
Provide good food for hungry moths.
With vegetables added to
The Sheep, we get our mutton stew—
Experiments long since revealed
The Sheep should first be killed and peeled.
Thus, with our debt to them so deep,
All men should cry 'Praise be for Sheep!'—
And, if we happen to be shepherds,
'Praise be they’re not as fierce as leopards!'
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Slop Croppers
Slop croppers get your mops.
And wipe those sobs you've dropped,
Nonstop.
There's so many reasons,
Your decay made you drink a lot!
To numb your broken heart!
Hip hoppers with those beats you bop.
It was hot when you locked into it.
That got everybody to rock!
Obama is no llama.
Nor sheep is he seeking to fleece.
This president shows true evidence,
He's come to shake up the people...
From a deep deep sleep.
And a clean sweep...
A duty done will leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pre-conditioned By A Doping Done
Wider are those eyes closer to full open.
Those once hazed,
With a focus directed...
On amusement and candied fantasies.
Bittersweet on tongues are messages tasted.
Messages nibbled...
From those who delivered them,
Considered once to be traitors, mavericks...
And patriots,
Carrying thick chips on shoulders...
And indifferent to steadfast policies.
Are now regarded as heros...
Who sacrificed their own lives,
To get others to 'see'.
'Get up off your knees and pay attention! '
Voices exclaimed,
From positions ostracized.
'You have been pre-conditioned by a doping done.
And duped to sleep like sheep.
Not one, not some...
But 'everyone'.'
Wider are those eyes closer to full open.
Those once hazed,
With a focus directed...
On amusement and candied fantasies.
'Get up off your knees and pay attention!
You have been pre-conditioned by a doping done.
Not one, not some...
But 'everyone'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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