Battle Song
There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming,
Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,
Frail folk shuddering and stout folk steaming --
Steaming in the heat of the fray.
Midnight striking and the strife appalling,
Strong men staggering and weak men falling,
And deep in the heart of me a still voice calling:
'Make for the buffet while you may.
'Make for the buffet while you may, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet while you can;
There's hope for the stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the thirsty man.
Thrust through the throng! Be obstreperous and strong!
Fight till your strength is sped.
Fight and prevail; do not falter, do not fail,
Make for the buffet and be fed!
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet and be strong;
Dense is the press and the air is growing less,
Fierce is the fight and long.
Fierce is the fight and oppressive is the night,
Stern is the strife and fell;
Pale is your cheek; you are wan and you are weak;
Make for the buffet and be well!'
Painfully and wearily the hours are dragging,
Old men are falling now and young men flagging;
White ties weakening and stiff shirts sagging --
Sagging as the hours go by.
Consciousness is failing me and outlines merging,
Thunder in my ears as of sea-foam surging,
And deep in the heart of me a faint voice urging:
'Make for the buffet lest you die.
'Make for the buffet lest you die, poor stranger;
Make for the buffet while you can;
Fight your way through like a woman in a queue,
Fight like a jungle-man!
Batter the élite with your hands and your feet,
Butt them in the backs with your head:
Strike for your own! You are hungry and alone;
Make for the buffet and be fed.
'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet lest you die.
There's hope for stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the throat that's dry.
Courage and strength will rewarded be at length;
Weight in the end will tell.
Up, then, and on! Are you weary? Are you wan?
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor stranger!
Make for the buffet and be well,
Poor ranger!
Make for the buffet and be well!'
poem by Patrick Barrington
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A Free Loader Gloats
A free loader gloats.
And I restrain myself from complaining.
A free loader gloats....
As if life is nothing but a buffet.
And as each experience I face,
I feel a need to earn my keep.
I feel a need to be accountable.
I feel a need to achieve,
A responsibility.
A free loader gloats.
And I restrain myself from complaining.
A free loader gloats....
As if life is nothing but a buffet.
And I sit with this free loader,
Wondering if there is a consciousness.
And not only do I learn that there is...
I witness the blisters on hands.
And enlarged knuckles on fists.
I've learned that this free loader,
No longer fights to resist...
To be who one is!
No matter who critiques,
With titles labelled to give!
A free loader gloats.
And I restrain myself from complaining.
A free loader gloats....
As if life is nothing but a buffet.
And to this free loader...
Life is what it is,
As it is when left to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This 'Event' Is Not Customized
If you do not like or enjoy,
What is being offered...
Stop returning to the buffet.
What has been dished,
Is it!
Your complaints,
Are not going to change...
The arrangement of the selections.
If you do not like or enjoy,
What is being offered...
Stop returning to the buffet.
Others have done it,
And have successfully moved on their way.
No one but you,
Has suggested to the cook...
What added ingredient to use,
To sweeten or suit a particular taste.
If what you perceive is not happening for you...
Do not wait to be force fed.
This 'event' is not customized,
For apologies served to render.
Not here!
Today...
Or on tomorrow's menu!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Nut-Brown Ale
THE nut-brown ale, the nut-brown ale,
Puts down all drink when it is stale!
The toast, the nutmeg, and the ginger
Will make a sighing man a singer.
Ale gives a buffet in the head,
But ginger under-props the brain;
When ale would strike a strong man dead
Then nutmeg tempers it again.
The nut-brown ale, the nut-brown ale,
Puts down all drink when it is stale!
poem by John Marston
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Have
When you have
Too much to have
You can’t choose
What you want to
Have ;)
(Poem themed on Buffet)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Know how to behave at a buffet. Take a clean plate for a second helping.
quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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It's so difficult. Sometimes if I have dessert, I think, 'Well, I blew it.' That's something I need to work on and control. But still there's nothing like a buffet.
quote by Donna Dixon
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Dipped and Greasy
Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Many praying that the buffet will stay.
Many praying that they'll find another way,
To supply more condiments...
And remove the after dinner mints.
Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Dipped and greasy fingers licked...
Are slowly from us fading.
And those lips smacked,
Are begging for the buffet.
But a gluttony once loved...
Is slowly from us fading away.
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
They once were licked with ease,
But those fingers have no buffet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Main Entrée
Hope all of you are having a fantastic New Year...
Thus far.
And remember this:
Keep your dreams and wishes as your 'main' entrée.
Whenever you are deciding what choices to make,
From life's menu of events?
Do 'not' be discouraged if what is wished,
Isn't listed as being available to serve.
You will just have to find a way,
To whip 'that' up yourself.
You know what you like...
And how you want 'that' presented!
For 'your' enjoyment!
Exclusively.
And eat as much to your heart's content.
AND...
IF anyone 'should' say,
You are full of 'yourself'?
Let them know just how right they are!
'Im-me-jet-ly! '
Oh, yes!
At least this has been identified.
And you are 'not' in a state of denial!
To hide or confuse.
And 'everything' dished on your plate,
Will be enjoyed!
And...
To annoy?
You turn this into a buffet!
Licking your fingers,
Publicly and sometimes not...
Everyday!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ravenous Wolf
He stalks an unsuspecting prey
Devours men almost every day
Flock doesn’t have much to say
Content to be this wolf’s buffet
poem by Ray Lucero
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It takes no more time to see the good side of life than to see the bad.
Jimmy Buffet in Tales Form Margaritaville
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Love And Live To Win
1.
Love is not bull-fight
to tame the bull or be gored.
A love buff's great fall.
2.
Is our married life
a gladiatorial combat.
Both of us should win.
3.
He craves for her glimpse.
But she gives iPad and pen.
Will her heart unlock?
4.
Eyes see all pirates;
the waves of youth buffet her.
But her heart decides.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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I did though at least expect him to correct the false statements he made when he was trying to protect the Presidency. Instead, he talked about it as though I had laid it all out there for the taking. I was the buffet and he just couldn't resist the dessert.
quote by Monica Lewinsky
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I Pray Ole
Lets say goodbye till tomorrow
With a word sincere
How do you make it through the night
I hope to God youre still here
I pray ole
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
I pray
I pray
Its a God eat God world
Its a dogs tomorrow
And the song and wind
Brings nothing but sorrow
Oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
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song performed by by David Bowie
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Kitty Collar Tight
watch how i put it on
kitty collar tight!
make it sing its song
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
watch how i put it on
kitty collar tight!
make it sing its song
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
i hold your history
and i kiss the map
i'm looking back forwards
your tap drips, i...catch
watch how i put it on
kitty collar tight!
make it sing its song
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
watch how i put it on
kitty collar tight!
make it sing its song
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
your skin, my nails
your mirror, my face
your skin impaled
for your scars are my grace
watch how i put it on
kitty collar tight!
make it sing its song
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
watch how i put it on
kitty collar tight!
make it sing its song
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
watch how i put it on
kitty collar tight!
make it sing its song
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
make it fight
make it fight, fight!
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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I Pray, Ol
Let's say goodbye till tomorrow
With a word sincere
How do you make it through the night
I hope to God you're still here
I pray Ole
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
I pray
I pray
It's a God eat God world
It's a dog's tomorrow
And the song and wind
Brings nothing but sorrow
Oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
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song performed by by David Bowie
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Lunch
America’s corporate souls
have just finished eating
at the buffet trough, ingested
noon day blues. In their bellies
burgers and fries acidify
into atomic shit particles
to be gassed out into commodes
into bayous and oceans
to feed fish which get ground up
to feed other fish and then cows
hormonized to make more burgers and fries.
Yesterday a postal clerk said to me
as she reloaded and unloaded her glock,
“I’ve given these SOB’s my ovaries
but they will not have my soul,
not my soul. I am a woman
not some damn fish.”
poem by Charles Harvey
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Obvious Waste
There is no valued sadness here,
Displayed!
For signs they chose to ignore.
They now wish for laws to legislate their pain.
As their mindlessness increased...
So did the cost of their ignorance!
Turning their backs on those with solutions,
They now seek attention...
From those who have no intention to intervene!
Exposed dead weight,
Has been sought for decades to eliminate!
And what better time to do it,
Than now...
Today!
When it is easier to collect as obvious waste!
And even some of them will agree...
They only reflected needs to be lazy and greedy!
Bringing absolutely nothing to the table,
But an assortment of cheap 'whines' to taste!
And that does not attract others planning...
A festival all can sample and feast,
At the buffet!
This has always been a collective effort!
And poachers who leech...
Does not make this a cost effective presentation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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