A Situationer.....
he has been writing
he is thinking and then she calls him for dinner
there is a blackout
and she lights a candle so he can see the fumes of steamed rice
the green color of braised morning glory
he is silent and she does not ask
she does not know whether he has been writing a lot
whether he is lost in the maze of his thoughts
she has cooked dinner for him
she calls his name
it is dinner time and that is the most important hour
she trusts him
he is dying
the needed light for the evening did not come
there are no stars outside the window
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Dialogue Between Two Predators
it starts like this: hello
is hello that important? yes
is dinner important to you? no, i just had one
dinner must be important to you
since you have had no dinner yet, yes
can i have you for dinner? me> for food?
i am not delicious.
but you may swallow me alive...big shark!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dinner Bell
Ive been leaving on my things
So in the morning when the morning bird sings
Theres still dinner on my dinner jacket
til the dinner bell rings
Experimental dog*
Salivating dog
Good dog
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the dinner bell)
Dinner bell dinner bell ring
Ive been leaving on my things
So in the morning when the morning bird sings
Theres still dinner on my dinner jacket
til the dinner bell rings
I dont want a pizza, I dont want a piece of (experimental dog)
Peanut brittle, I dont want a pear.
I dont want a bagel I dont want a bean I wouldnt like (salivating dog)
A bag of beef or a beer or a
Cup of chowder, corn, cake, or creamed cauliflower cause Im (good dog)
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the dinner bell)
Dinner bell dinner bell ring
Shoulder, bicep, elbow, arm
Forearm, thumb, wrist, knuckle, palm
Middle, pinky, index, ring
Dinner bell dinner bell ding
I dont know whether Id rather be having a bottle of vinegar (experimental dog)
I dont know whether Id rather be having an egg.
I dont know whether Id rather be having an order of bacon (salivating dog)
Or whether Id rather be having a basket of garlic bread.
I dont know whether Id rather be having some pie or (good dog)
Saving my appetite cause im
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the dinner bell)
Dinner bell dinner bell ring
Ive been leaving on my things (Ive been leaving on)
So in the morning when the morning bird sings (the morning)
Theres still dinner on my dinner jacket (on my)
til the dinner bell does the bell thing
Dinner bell dinner bell do the bell thing
Im waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the ding)
Dinner bell dinner bell ding ding ding
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the ding)
Dinner bell dinner bell ding ding ding
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing (waiting for the ding)
Dinner bell dinner bell ding
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Day Of The Elderly
they gather this morning
at the park
and had a marathon,
and then they shared
dinner with the mayor
having dried fish
and steamed rice
and then they dance
the kuracha and the
tango
as others sing the
old songs
how nice is the color
of the sunset
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Duet
Milestone:
All my troubles disappear,
When the dinner-bell I hear,
Over woodland, dale, and fell,
Swinging slow with solemn swell,---
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Hippy:
What can bid my heart-ache fly?
What can bid my heart-ache die?
What can all the ills dispel,
In my morbid frame that dwell?
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Both:
Hark!---along the tangled ground,
Loudly floats the pleasing sound!
Sportive Fauns to Dryads tell,
'Tis the cheerful dinner-bell!
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Point Of View
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.
Sunday dinner isn't sunny
Easter feasts are just bad luck
When you see it from the viewpoint
Of a chicken or a duck.
Oh how I once loved tuna salad
Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too
'Til I stopped and looked at dinner
From the dinner's point of view.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Dinner
i see how loneliness opens its mouth
and swallows you whole
there is this dinner
and you are
what is served to its hunger
and thirst and you do not even make a sound
when you are gone
into the deepest throat
of emptiness
there is no sound
there is only the willingness to be lost
and to be forgotten
loneliness ate you for dinner
and i will be its breakfast tomorrow morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Me
Chorus
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
2x
Verse 1
I wanna make you moann
Do it all night long
Once I get you home
Baby girl its on
Im gonna kiss yo lips
Then Im gonna raise yo slip
Im gonna take your hand
And let you feel these ribs
Im a winner, Im a winner, Im a winner
Im a winner in bed
Go to dinner, go to dinner, go to dinner
Go to dinner in bed
Listen babe,
(chorus)
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
2x
Verse 2
I wanna show you love
From the bottom up
Once the light goes off
You cant get enough
I wanna be yo man
Not a one night stand
And if you take my hand
I bet 1 hundred grand
Im a winner, Im a winner, Im a winner
Im a winner in bed, yes I am
Go to dinner, go to dinner, go to dinner
And the dinner in bed, there can only be
(chorus)
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
2x
Verse 3
Girl open your dictionary look under love
And your gonna see my face
Come to bed right now lets cover up
Nothin but sweat comin between us in this place
(chorus)
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
2x
Verse 4
Do ya wanna be, do ya wanna be, do ya wanna be, do ya wanna be
Wanna be with me tonight
Do ya wanna see, do ya wanna see, do ya wanna see, do ya wanna see
How Im gonna do yo body right
Do ya wanna go, do ya wanna go, do ya wanna go, do ya wanna go
Go on a 12 play ride
Youll be goin all out
Like a prom night
And you wont make it home
Cuz you realize
(chorus)
There can only be one me(cant nobody cant nobody do your body like me)
8x fade
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Dinner For One Please, James
(m. carr)
Dinner for one please, james,
The madame will not be dining.
Yes, you may bring the wine in,
Love plays such funny games.
Dinner for one please, james,
Close madames room, weve parted.
Please, dont look so downhearted,
Love plays such funny games.
Seems my best friend told her of another,
I had no chance to deny.
You know there has never been another,
Someday shell find out the lie.
Maybe shes not to blame,
Leave me with silent hours.
No, dont move her favorite flowers,
Dinner for one please, james.
~interlude~
Maybe shes not to blame,
Leave me with silent hours.
No, dont move her favorite flowers,
Dinner for one please, james.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Dinner For Alfalfa
let me introduce you
to Alfalfa
my girlfriend
she is 69
and still sexy
and rich
and she says
she cannot live without me
and i take her
to dinner
at her expense
of course
because she
has the money
and for dinner
she orders
soup # 5
garlic rice
hot chili sauce
jumbo hotdogs
and
cow's tongues
for stew
(u huh?
you expect some more
i stop here)
we are going
for a date
i am 87
and it is none
of your business)
just the viagra
without the
condoms
and yes Alfalfa
my dear
for breakfast
tomorrow)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Meet Me After Dinner
Meet me after dinner.
After all has been dished and served!
Meet me after dinner here...
If you have the nerve!
My ex-wife is a memory,
And my boyfriend has long been gone.
Only they could bring that 'freak' out of me...
That sweet freak!
Others deny and hide discreetly,
As they get their own groove on.
~Day and night long!
Not caring who says,
What they share is wrong! ~
Yeah...
You meet me after dinner.
I can picture you gnawing,
On those big beef bones!
Finish what you're doing.
I'm the one you should be screwing.
Meet me after dinner here...
And let's stop faking,
We don't desire naked love making.
Meet me after dinner,
And release those phone moans.
Your mate doesn't hear,
Or care who's heart is breaking!
Since I yearn for you,
With me alone!
Nibbling on your neck,
I want to hear you coo...
In licked whispers
Sighing,
In passionate delicious croons.
I do. Yes..I do.
Reflected in silhouette,
Our beads of sweat glistens.
Under the glow of the moon!
Meet me after dinner...
And I'll have dessert,
Perked and ready...
In the master bedroom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Post Valentine Scruples
i could have taken her
to a movie and kiss her
but oh my
her eyes are sharp
and filled with
neon lights
i could have taken
her to dinner and have
this candle light
and light lovely music
as try our tongues
on valentine steak
and mocca dessert
but her saliva froths
from her mouth
and she does not
use any handkerchief
and so i am here alone
strolling on this
quiet beach thinking
there must be someone
worth loving and
proud showing to my
friends and my
foes alike
poem by Antonio Liao
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Dinner and Dinty
He dreaded not dark, nor the lonely road,
For the world, as he knew it, was kind.
Nor threat of the risk, nor necessity's goad
Gave fear to his innocent mind.
He was merely abroad for a country stroll:
And where lay the peril in that?
While themes so engaging delighted his mind
As dinner and Dinty the cat.
Then the summons went out and the search was on:
For the danger was clear to all.
Dread death was abroad where the child had gone,
But he answered to never a call.
He harked to the birds, and he dreamed his dreams,
As deep in the forest he sat;
And his mind went back to those two great themes:
Dinner, and Dinty the cat.
They found him at last with a smile on his face,
As he prattled of important things;
And, in thankfulness for the heavenly grace,
Men gave to their faith wings.
They pondered in fear what might have-been,
And on terrors thro' fear begat,
But he prattled away, in a mood serene,
Of dinner and Dinty the cat.
Dinner and Dinty. How much we lost
When our joy in the simple things waned.
We have learned of evil - at what a cost?
With our wisdom, what have we gained?
For how much weariness wisdom brings
As the world grows dreary and flat,
Since we lost out joy in the innocent things,
Like dinner and Dinty the cat.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Do not expect too much
This is it, this is poetry
Written by this man
He is looking by his window
To the world like a little boy
Still wondering, scribbling
Some figures of man and
Superman, putting them wings
Imagining that soon they will fly,
Do not expect too much
I myself do not have wings
I do not promise you any
I am simply writing the view
The green ricefields I do not
Have rice for you to cook I do
Not have water for you to drink
I have these words, only you
Can convert them to steamed
Rice to cakes to bacons to ham
To fish to sea to clouds to sun
Or simply coffee for you to sip
When you still hunger for breakfast.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pork Chops are Fun
chop chop chop the pork squeals over dinner
with it's fatty bits and tasty bites
it marinates on a stick over hot coal
who will taste it first who will finish the bowl
Wow Pork Chops with red wine
then dinner will be divine
chop chop chop the pork is done
with ginger, wine and lots of fun
it's time to have with a salty bun
chop chop chop see it go in the oven my friends
it's dinner time lets eat it all
then lets sit together and have a ball
chop chop chop the pork tastes good
with the meat so tender it bloody weel should
sometimes on the pan sometimes as a roast
call your freinds for dinner it's a dish one can boast
chop chop chop the pork is done
sprikle a little wine to make things bright
then the meat put it on light
watch it burn and tremble with delight
chop chop chop my pork chops are done
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Her Report
she is now in Malaybalay,45 kilometers from Valencia
where they are taking dinner
with junjun's girlfriend
and soon after the dinner, she will take the car with cousin
and niece back to La Vina, where they will spend the night
she has more news but she will not bring it tonight
it is more private
it is not about junjun's sweet young girl, still studying in the university
and to cope up with the hard times, she sells cosmetic products
for those who are vain
and taking other means of livelihood to live and appear like decent
it is cold, a place higher than the sea levels of two cities
the trees abound, it is green grass all over the place, and the skies
have stars, and the moon is brighter as she looks over the window
to see the rolling hills and the horizon of flashing lights
the glitter of a far city, the hovering of thoughts like birds crowding
on a tree at night, like the whispers of rain from a distant mountain
we are apart, we decided to create some spaces, we must breathe
and i know, what she wants to tell me from Malaybalay, though she
says, she cannot tell it now, the way she phrases her lines i know
she misses me she loves me she wants to be back home the soonest
and i am waiting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To my great surprise and pleasure, I have had dinner with most of the people living with whom I would like to have dinner.
quote by Holly Near
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Yes, beef is what was for dinner last night. Tonight it will be my dinner, and it will continue to be.
quote by Christopher Bond
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I'll just be sitting down having dinner with girlfriends or something and people come up and ruin the dinner.
quote by Holly Valance
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There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
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