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At The Middle Of Things...

living in the comfort zone
is easy,
nothing much
nothing less too
i am neither at
the top
neither am i at
the bottom
i am what is
sandwiched
the ham and the
lettuce
and the tomato
and the cheese

buffered i am
protected
the gods find me
delicious

i look forward
to begin consumed
and be simply
gone

there is nothing
good in here
it is flat and
boring
between...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Comfort Zone

Where do we go
When theres a need to be loved
Like you need to be loved
Oh, Ill let you know
Just what to do and where to go
Hey welcome to the comfort zone
When you need to be loved like you need to be loved
Welcome to the comfort zone
Do whatever feels right and turns you on
After a hard days work
Theres one thing to be certain of
This ol familiar love
Its not unusual to find that its sensual
Its all you need to let go
Theres no need to try
Or compromise
Or settle for another outside of my love
The thing to do
When you get through
Heed the message seek the comfort of my zone
Hey welcome to the comfort zone
When you need to be loved like you need to be loved
Welcome to the comfort zone
Do whatever feels right and turns you on
Hey let me make you comfortable
Let me take control
And give your mind a break from the day you made
Lets turn the lights down low
And oh the rest you know
Ill be here for you
cause you just stepped into the comfort zone
Written by kipper jones & reggie stewart

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Of Course I Find You Delicious

Don't be ridiculous!
Of course I find you delicious.
I want to slice you.
Put you on pumpernickle...
With provolone cheese.
Heat up.
And then with tomato and romaine,
Top you with mayo,
With a dash of pepper.
Nibbling you until every crumb is done.

'What are you doing with that knife? '

Getting it sharpened!
And thinking about dessert.

'Can you turn down the music?
It's rather loud! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Sandwich

as you take that sandwich
i remember 1971

the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious

that is not how i saw it in the 70's
you were too young then
to know the connotation of the word

or the metaphor of being sandwiched
between two warring forces
who wanted to win by killing each other

they were all civilians mind you
sandwiched between the armed and dangerous government
and the armed and more dangerous rebels

the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious

in the 70's they were not delicious at all
they were maimed, and bloody, killed on the streets
and public plazas bombed and brains scattered
on the hot cemented pavements
people kept in hog wires and secret
detention places

brothers all but so insensitive to the
the roots of humanity
Cains and Abels

the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious

when all i need is simply a bitter tasting coffee
without the sugar and cream

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Freed of the Thought of Foreclosure

Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To focus your sights on that?

If things are seen as whacked.
And way off track.
It is what it is!
Perhaps for you,
All of this has been a quiz!
You just didn't want to see it,
As it is.

You wished to see it,
As an affliction affecting...
Others you were taught to detest.
Now that 'mess' you ignored...
Has come to lay upon your own doorstep,
To comfortably rest.

Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To believe your ideals were being attacked?

Now you find yourself sleeping with a weapon.
Feeling safe and secured.
Keeping sure you are protected...
In a neighborhood free of enemies.
Enduring agonies.
Knowing you can not trust who lives next door!
Who's life are you living?
And what is your life lived for?
When you just might kill yourself...
To escape from your own safety zone!
Freed of the thought of foreclosure.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Seem To Have The Whole Pot Of That To Yourself!

How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
That my desire to express my understanding...
Would be a point of view,
Of your...
Point of view explored.
How boring can you get?
To 'assume' that is my quest.
Your limitedness is not my goal at all.
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
You must have learned that from some historical teachings.
Something that assured you with ego and overconfidence.
Something to you that only makes sense!
As for me...?
You are just an obstacle on my journey.
An issue like baggage,
Dealt with and ignored!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
Self destruction is not my cup of tea.
You seem to have the whole pot of that to yourself!
And it appears you find it quite delicious?
I have no taste for that kind of waste!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hill

Who are those people
living at the top of the hill?
I don't know them.
I guess I never will.

Who are the people
that I see
living at the bottom of the hill
just like me?

We are the complainers
and we find it odd
that the ones at the top of the hill
think they're God.

We need to stop complainin'
and climb up the hill
and shout out loud
'We've had our fill.'

You're not Gods.
You never have been,
These hills where you're livin'
are filled with sin.

You've sinned against humanity
at the bottom of the hill.
And all that you'; ve done
is against God's will.

You're the imposters
with crowns on your head.
You are the laughables
that have been misled.

We, at the bottom of the hill
always will survive.
We'll do what we've always done
to keep our hopes alive.
We will pray.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Perhaps It Is This Lack Of Discipline

Perhaps there was a sense of responsibility,
Others and myself had perceived as a duty...
When we enisted into the military.
As young men with initiative.
And wanting to prove we had accountability.

Perhaps too it was the knowing,
At the age most of us were 21...
Some of us had married and experienced,
Living away from a known comfort zone...
To begin living lives in other environments,
With a making of a home and on our own.

And perhaps that has been,
The reason for my impatience...
With those who today complain,
About decsions they've made to lay on others blame.
Without having the courage to adventure forward,
To adjust to something new and embrace the change.

And perhaps it is this lack of discipline,
Welcomed by immature grown men and women...
Who believe they are owed entitlements,
Given without earning them...
With demands and claims,
That so many today are clearly insane...
And spoiled by their prioritized delusions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Come Easy

Into a zone I own and claim.
And not only am I featured...
But I'm there in every scene.

Into a zone I own and claim.
And it took me quite a while,
To establish my own style.

It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.

It doesn't come easy...
To decide and get the nerve to play ball.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.

Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.

It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.

So many find their comforts in like minds.
Hoping that all will agree,
To their wants and spoiled needs.

Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.

It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.

Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.

Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.

Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.

It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall...
At all.
At all.
At all.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall...
At all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sliced Bread

Sliced bread...
Whole wheat and toasted.
Buttered with jam,
And munched.
Either with tea, punch...
Or just plain water for lunch!

Sliced bread...
With cheddar cheese and tomato.
Add Romaine lettuce,
Topped with fried strips of bacon.
This too will certainly do.

Sliced bread...
Oatmeal raisin,
Oven baked and fed.

Sliced bread...
Crumbed to stuff a turkey.
And seasoned to gobble...
With an aftertaste on the tongue,
Deliciously nutmeged!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Danger Zone

Ooh, I wrote you a letter,
And you never sent a reply.
Its a shame, always money or power,
And it doesnt really matter what you think.
Oh, Id give you all I had to give,
Over and over again.
While the government hides its head in the sand,
We live in a danger zone.
Were living in a danger zone.
Youre living in the twilight zone.
Watch out, fall out, gonna get ya, check it out.
All the sad politicians
Hold the world in the palm of their hands.
Its a lie, just an old film on the late show,
In the end everybody dies.
Ooh, Ill give you all I have to give,
Over and over again.
Oh, when will we get it into our heads?
We live in a danger zone.
Were living in a danger zone.
Youre living in the twilight zone.
Watch out, fall out, gonna get ya, check it out.
Were living in a danger zone,
Youre living in the twilight zone.
Whats wrong with solar power? (no profit)
Money money money makes me sick,
You cant get enough of it, of it.
Were living in a danger zone,
Youre living in the twilight zone.

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Kumquat Trees, Blueberries And Why Bees Buzz?

For those that can not tell the difference between,
The kumquat trees and the blueberries.
Or the lettuce from tomatoes...
And must ask why bees buzz?
Know this...
You will never come to understand,
Why some people prefer to walk away...
Than to answer another question,
You may have about life that will not connect!

There are a few 'more' steps,
That are needed for you to take...
Away from your comfort zone!
And do not wait for assistance to do this.
Do this on your own...
Alone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Big Tomato Meets Big Toe

Little did Big Tomato know,
she would meet Mr. Big Toe.
She did not know that Big Toe
had a radio show.
The radio show was called
“Big Toe Wants To Know”
Big Tomato walked through the door, ,
knowing she had an interview at 4.
Waiting in the lobby remembering what to say,
she bumped into doll Melodie Mezoree’.
“Wow, it’s Melodie Mezoree’ how are you today? ”
“Oh great nice to see you Big Tomato,
I was just on the radio show! ”
Big Tomato replied, “I will talk about how I can fly-
how I can fly way up in the sky.”
Then Big Toe walked in,
he was happy to see Big Tomato with a grin.
Both of them shook hands,
and Big Tomato talked and sang,
on the mic behind the stand.
It was Big Tomato’s big day,
every child listened to what she had to say.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Big Tomato Meets Big Toe

Little did Big Tomato know,
she would meet Mr. Big Toe.
She did not know that Big Toe
had a radio show.
The radio show was called
“Big Toe Wants To Know”
Big Tomato walked through the door, ,
knowing she had an interview at 4.
Waiting in the lobby remembering what to say,
she bumped into doll Melodie Mezoree’.
“Wow, it’s Melodie Mezoree’ how are you today? ”
“Oh great nice to see you Big Tomato,
I was just on the radio show! ”
Big Tomato replied, “I will talk about how I can fly-
how I can fly way up in the sky.”
Then Big Toe walked in,
he was happy to see Big Tomato with a grin.
Both of them shook hands,
and Big Tomato talked and sang,
on the mic behind the stand.
It was Big Tomato’s big day,
every child listened to what she had to say.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Low point reached...message received

Low point reached
lesson taught
message received

morning after ego binge
one last remorseful purge
purifying words wash
shame residue from the skin

Rock bottom now
looking forward,
looking up
planning to layout
a new foundation
upon past ruins
A cosmic temple built for all
place for anyone to worship
infinite gods
naked eye gods
next door gods
workaday gods
everyday gods
needing to be reminded
of their own divinity.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Ring Worm Seeds

Tighten up and closed bottle
Living inside protected
Seems to be in safety
Label within guaranty

Before the given time passed
Agents of ring worm seeds
Struggle inside though it is
Closed and protected

Guaranty can be and may be
But inside from bottom
Living beings pressure to open
To do or not
To live or not
Inside being rotten

poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Smokeless Zone

Im living in my smokeless zone
My house is not a happy home
I got to do something for I kick the bucket
Im living in this smokeless zone
I clean my dusty window sills
Everything I grow it kills
I dont want to stay in this street any longer
Living in this smokeless zone
Englands green, once so pleasant land
Living on a time bomb yeah
The whole damn place is going to turn to sand
Bah bah
I cough upon my wheezy chest
My penicillin does its best
Theres only one cure for an unhealthy body
Get out of this smokeless zone

song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Whether We Are Dogs Or Men

whether we are dogs
or gods
or men
it does not really matter
if we believe in nothing at all
if we believe
that there is no reason why the wind blows to the west
why the birds build their own nests
why glaciers exist

why we write poems
it matters. why we always want to say something
and open our hearts
for them to see the white doves
flying there

it matters. why we wake up and wash our face.
why we ask. why we look for answers.

whether gods or dogs or simply men.
it matters now when we begin to believe
about eternity.
this sense of being incomplete.
the want to be
completed. it matters now. whether we are dogs or gods or simply
men.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Danger Zone

Shaking off the tresholds of a long forgotten dream
And you just can't make it last
Coaching paradise on a personal line
But you get fired to fast
And you lie, memories drifting by
Love don't make it on those pin-striped nights
When you're looking through someone's disguise
You can't make it alone, so you gotta make a move
But you're looking at nobody's eyes
Well that's love, or maybe love come and go
Looking for love is a danger zone
Love don't go begging in the danger zone
You won't get nothing from the danger zone
Tales that you tell from the stories that you'll hear
And you'll get what you can while you may
Don't understand when you're looking for a dame
But it's only a heartbreak away
And you'll learn, faking has no return
No way when you're feeling that way
Will your feet get caught up in the crowd
And the song that you sing is too soft to be heard
But your speakers are way too loud
Like the pain, loving is no big game
Looking for love is a danger zone
No don't go living in the danger zone
You won't get nothing from the danger zone
Don't take no chances in the danger zone
Love don't go begging in the danger zone
No don't go living in the danger zone
You won't get nothing from the danger zone
Don't take no chances in the danger zone
Love don't go begging in the danger zone

song performed by by Rainbow
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Tomato

My love is a tiny red cherry tomato

That has found it's way into my heart by way of,

'An omelette'

'A cheese sandwhich'

A kittenish quiche

A side salad, that slid in through the side entrance

A tiny glistening punnet that flirted with the light

A drink carton full of bloody juice

A red nose that passed itself off as a tomato

A tin of Italian agraphobic plum tomatoes

A pizza

A pie

A spicy tomato pasta

A bed of floating tomatoes in a home made punch

A seed which grew secretly from my garden bed

Into a vine

Ready to pick

This tomato love is mine

It also came into my heart by way of

A tin of soup

A bottle of ketchup

And alot of sauce

My love is born

Not yet filing for divorce

Yvette Smith march 09

poem by Yvette Smith
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