Her Qualms
she had dinner with me
and she talked about some priests and sinners
i think she is refined in some ways
the way she handles her fork and her forte
the rumors of the town
and the rest of those who profess innocence
pretended to pay attention
there were names and places and secret events
and trysts of some characters like they are in the play
of Tennessee Williams
and she carefully assesses the merits of their wounds
their tragedies surely are not hers
she does not eat much but her face swells
her stomach bloating and she burps like she is one kind
of a healthy baby
after the dinner
despite her expensive earrings
we in the house are unanimous in saying
she is the kind of character who must not have
another dinner with us
perhaps she must have breakfast
and we think she deserves to be
with Sophocles
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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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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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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Dispensable...
in this house
dinner is served and
those who live here
can eat even
without me...
i can hear the talks
the spoon and the fork
in their chatter
the soup burps and
the knife pisses
off
no one calls for my
name
and i am just there
watching
defining what is
dispensable figuring out
why is this so?
it is like a movie
when they do not mind me
as they pass through
my body
am i a ghost?
busted.
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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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 With Delores
Dinner with Delores must be some kind of sin
Like a brontosaurus, she was packin' it in
The first night we dined and by the next time
This girl was eatin' all but the tip
And by the stroke of midnight she wanted some more (more)
Showin' dirty movies like some kind of whore
But she was wastin' her time now cuz there wasn't a line
That would make me come 'round her door
Dinner with Delores must be some kind of sin
Her bell's just a-broken (bell's just broken) since 1984
(Dancin') Dancin' like a white girl (white girl) on disco dirty floors
Damn Delores, pick another subject please
Introduce the carpet 2 somethin' other than your knees
Like a real confession, no one could be more made up than U
Nothing's left 4 guessin' - what a shame, boo hoo
Delores {x2}
I'd call U a friend, but it must be a sin
And I've run out of cheeks 2 turn
Dinner with Delores
No more, that's the end
song performed by by Prince
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Dinner With Dolores
Dinner with delores
Must be some kind of sin
Like a brontosaurus
She was packin it in
The first night we dined
And by the next time
This girl was eatin all but the tip
And by the stroke of midnight
She wanted some more (more)
Showin dirty movies
Like some kind of whore
But she was wastin her time
cause there wasnt a line
That would make me come round her door
Dinner with delores
Must be some kind of sin
Her bells just a-broken (bells just broken)
Since 1984
(dancin) dancin like a white girl (white girl)
On disco dirty floors
Damn, delores, pick another subject please
Introduce the carpet 2 something other than your knees
Like a real confession
No one could be more made up than u
Nothins left 4 guessin
What a shame
(boo hoo) boo hoo
(delores)
(delores)
Id call u a friend
But it must be a sin
And Ive run out of cheeks 2 turn
Dinner with delores
No more
Thats the end
song performed by by Prince
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Candy for Breakfast
MMM!
candy for breakfast!
cake for dinner!
all such a wonderful
idea
I dont care
if I get cavities
I just want some
more sweets!
MMM! main course comming up
sweet tarts, delicious,
but I'd rather have
just a few taffys
Why not throw in a few
sprinkles, hershys, taffys,
cream, cake, sugar, vanilla
MMM! candy for breakfast
why not lunch?
or dinner?
midnight snake for sure
But i dont want to
get too carried away, right?
poem by John McAdam
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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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Togetherness Is Gone
My wife,
Stop cleaning the house
Please come here
To accompany me
My husband,
The house is dirty
We aren't able to pay the maid
You've already retired
My wife,
Don't cook
It's a holiday
Let us eat outside the home
My husband,
Don't eat outdoors
We need efficient
You've already retired
My wife,
Let's keep me company
Why the rush to sleep
It's still early
My husband,
I have to get up early
To clean the house
And prepare breakfast
My wife,
I have to go this morning
My friends were waiting
Long we don't meet
My husband,
Be careful on the road
Greetings for your friends
But, why not breakfast?
My wife,
You have fallen asleep last night
I see you sleeping soundly all
I don't have the heart to wake you
My husband,
I'm sorry
I don't welcome you home
But, why should sleep on the sofa?
My wife,
I have to go again
I have social activities
With my old friends
My husband,
Don't forget dinner at home
You look very dapper
Although not wear perfume
My wife,
sorry, we were very busy
I had dinner with friends
Happy dinner, dear
My husband,
I woke up too early
But you're not at home
Where are you?
My wife,
I came home at midnight
I have to go early in the morning
I don't have the heart to wake you
My husband,
I just finished washing clothes
I've found the clothes that you wear today
But, why the smell of perfume?
poem by Hasanudin Sofyan
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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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Look good in pink
‘I Look Good in Pink’
All day I’m stuck
To the kitchen sink
Or cleaning the toilet
To get rid of the stink
Making breakfast
Dinner or tea
So that they will
All love me
Make their beds
Wash their clothes
Their dirty socks
Makes me hold my nose
So that they will love me
Partner wakes up
Has breakfast
Then goes to work
The children play with their food
Go of to school
This muck, no, thank you
How rude
Partner comes home
Has their dinner
In front of the telly
Or the computer
Then they fall asleep
Oh how I could weep
Saturday night
Down the pub
Suddenly they come alive
Come here dear; high five
Then comes the little wink
And darling you look good in pink
That was the final straw
To tell a man
He looks good in pink
In front of his mates
Put away some more beers
Need to sulk; have a think
It’s hard to be a house-husband
However! I do look good in pink
MICMAC
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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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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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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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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It's Quiet Now In Kansas
We had Taliban for breakfast
and then bin laden broth
some muslims ripe for dinner
i couldn't get enough
and then some koran crackers
for late night nibblies
we were hungry after dinner
and craved idolatry
next day we ate the holy pope
and while we were in rome
destroyed the sistine chapel
and then we headed home.
Its quiet now in kansas
its quiet on the news
now i really really must insist
i click my magic shoes.
poem by David Keig
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I'll just be sitting down having dinner with girlfriends or something and people come up and ruin the dinner.
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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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