Mothers Dilemma Families Delight
It never fails you see,
With my family and me.
Television's playing,
All are relaxed.
Wouldn't you know it,
They all want a snack.
Out to the kitchen,
They parade, one by one.
The cupboards are stocked,
But they can't see,
So it's back to the old T.V.
BUT WAIT! Mother's hungry.
She goes to prepare a simple snack.
Suggestions are coming,
So think, so fast.
Alas, Mothers simple snack,
Has turned into a banquet, no less.
Every thing is ready, a family delight.
Mother, well she has lost her appetite.
poem by Evelyn Bush
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All You Want Is Just To Snack
You went across the border,
And you met a certain match.
Now you've got buyer's remorse,
And what you gave you want right back.
Oh you went across the border,
And you met a certain match.
But you don't wish a relationship.
And all you want is just to snack.
And like the wind,
You are gone...
To only reappear to snack like it's your private snatch.
And on and on and on and...on!
You brought it to the border,
And you met a certain match.
Now you've got buyer's remorse,
And what you gave you want right back.
And like the wind,
You are gone...
To only reappear to snack like it's your private snatch.
And on and on and on and...on!
But you don't want a commitment,
All you want is just to snack.
And on and on and on and...on!
You don't want a commitment,
All you want is just to snack.
And on and on and on and...on!
You don't want a relationship,
But you come back to snack.
And on and on and on and...on!
You don't want a commitment,
All you want is just to snack.
And on and on and on and...on!
You don't want a relationship,
But you come back to snack.
And on and on and on AND...on!
You don't want a commitment,
All you want is just to snack.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Bologna
Ooh, my little hungry one, hungry one
Open up a package of my bologna
Ooh, I think the toast is done, the toast is done
Top it with a little of my bologna
Never gonna stop, eat it up
Such a tasty snack I always eat too much, then throw up
But Ill soon be back for my, my, my, yi, yi, woo
M-m-m-my bologna
Spreadin on the mustard now, show me how
Spread it on a litle of this bologna
Hopin that we dont run out, dont run out
If we do Im sure that Ill miss bologna
Never gonna stop, eat it up
Such a tasty snack I always eat too much, then throw up
But Ill soon be back for my, my, my, yi, yi, woo
M-m-m-my bologna
M-m-m-my bologna
(belch)
Goin to the market now, market now
Im the citys biggest bologna buyer
Walkin down the shopping isles, shopping isles
Filling up my basket with oscar meyer
Never gonna stop, eat it up
Such a tasty snack I always eat too much, then throw up
But Ill soon be back for my, my, my, yi, yi, woo
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, yi, yi, woo
M-m-m-my bologna
M-m-m-my bologna
M-m-m-my bologna
M-m-m-my bologna
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Granola Homemade
Give me some of those walnuts.
Dried cranberries, brown sugar...
And rolled oats to bunch up.
I'll crush that stuff with raisins...
To make granola to munch!
Add with that papaya bits.
Cashews too with diced pineapple mixed.
And a snack to enjoy with fingers to lick..
Is granola homemade that's great and fit.
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
And a snack that'll boost you up!
Give me some of those walnuts.
Dried cranberries, brown sugar...
And rolled oats to bunch.
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up!
Add with that papaya bits.
Cashews too with diced pineapple mixed.
And a snack to enjoy with fingers to lick..
Is granola homemade that's great!
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Life was Simple
When life was simple
Was when I was in mother's womb?
but wait we were poor so my mom got no prenatal care.
When life was simple
Was when my mother gave birth to me...?
but wait I was born premature with a collapsed lung unable to breathe.
When life was simple
Was when I was 6 month old?
but wait that was when my mom found out I have Cerebral Palsy.
When life was simple
Was when I was about ten?
but wait that when I was called the little cripple boy who has no friends.
When life was simple
I was about 26
but wait that when my mother scoffed at my poetic gift.
Well I'm 41 now
and throughout the years there's one thing I have learned
Life is never simple.
Snack All Night
Im never satisfied with three meals a day
While the world is sleeping Ill be munching away
Gonna sneak into the kitchen, gonna tiptoe down and turn on the light
Right, yeah, if no ones around to see you
It dont matter if you snack all night
A million chicken bones are under my bed
A pile of twinkie wrappers all round my head
Jelly doughnuts to the left of me
Got a bag of chocolate chips on the right
Right, yeah, if you dont mind the calories
It dont matter if you snack all night
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Only In The Making Of Movies
Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
And time well spent is sacrificed to deliver,
What's right for the price...
For the cost being paid.
Camera angles are selected,
By a director who chooses the best scenes.
And the actors are blocked within them,
To emote with belief as an audince viewing this...
Sits,
With their emotions manipulated.
Only in the making of movies,
Are 'realities' depicted.
Although many in the audience become captivated,
With beliefs they also can deceive truth easily.
By saying and doing things they wish to sell.
With hopes their 'portrayals' have gone over well.
And only those who become offended,
They can not sell lies they told to tell...
Are those who become combative,
When confronted by others...
Who are specific and direct AND caring less,
How a charade is masqueraded to address.
Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
Until what is done has been finished.
But many unpaid to 'act' but embellish facts,
Find it difficult to strip away all their fantasies.
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!
And,
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drop Your Buns Aunt Betty
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
We know they are delicious
Since they're made with cinnamon.
We're not a bit suspicious
Of the love that's in them.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And grab a little snack and relax.
You owe us that!
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty.
Would you like a bowl of soup,
To boot that mood that has you pooped.
From all that mixing in the kitchen fixing food that you do.
There's some noodles with onions and peppers in it too!
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back...
And relax.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
We know they are delicious
Since they're made with cinnamon.
We're not a bit suspicious
Of the love that's in them.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And grab a little snack and relax.
You owe us that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Family
My friend
Marrage
Arranged my
Friend mother
Mother...
Lovingely moving
The family
Few months...
After some time
Each everyday;
Cook room
To
Bathroom
Shouting with fighting
My friend not ther....
My friend wife
To my friend mother...
Fighted with simple
Matter's
Shouting and fighting...
Family running only
For my friend silant
And the love
The wife and mother
So family running...
Happy was ache of
The family? ? ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Dessert Storm
No one saw it coming,
that warm September day-
Not the workers at the pudding shack
Who mixed sweet treats for pay.
Not the Rookie at the pressure valves
Not the people in the town
It was the Rookies’ rank incompetence
That set in motion what went down.
Nine vats of Snack Time pudding
Exploded with a roar
Three hundred thousand gallons
Went oozing out the door
The workers never had a chance
On this, their final day
Ending up like Easter bunnies
For a giant’s holiday
That mighty wave of chocolate.
Like a Tsunami hit the town.
Sweet creamy death swept over them
Deliciously, they drowned.
Others turned and tried to flee.
They ran for all their worth.
The swift were lucky to escape
This scrumptious hell on earth
The survivors of the snack slide
Lost all they owned in town
It was a diabetics’ wet dream
Everything was chocolate brown.
It was the worst snacktastrophe
Our land had ever seen.
Obama sent marines with spoons
The air force dropped whipped cream.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I salute you
I salute you, all the ladies
who work late to keep on the
lights on and putting food on the
table to make the ends meet..
I salute every mother out there
who is responsible with looking
after the family, bringing joy, love
and happiness inspite of the dark
moments in the family...
I salute and put on all the single mothers who work up early and
work late just to keep on the lights on and putting food on
the table.
I salute and put on all mothers
on the radar, for the tremendous
efforts to keep the family happy
and striving to ensure the family
is happy through dark moments
of life...
I salute all mothers on the streets
who are making all ends to meet
inorder to earn a living for the survival of the family, and out of
love for the family's sake..
I salute every mothers out there
who are bringing a change to the
world and all mothers who are breadwinners, all mothers who are
playing a pivotal role for the survival and a change in the family, l salute you all....
Dedication
Mai masora(muyotcha D)
Anita Masora
Mai nyarai
Mai Muza
Mai shumba
Mai nyatoti
Mai Chitaka
God bless every MOTHER........GOD BLESS MY MOTHER I LOVE YOU MOM
poem by Donald Kuutsi
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Like No Other...Mother
Mother...
Mother, who gave us her heart...her very soul.
Mother, who's understanding never wavered.
Mother, the one who dried our tears.
Mother, she lead us to the path of His Love.
Mother, who washed our cloths and cleaned the house.
Mother, who instilled confidence in her children.
Mother, who walked us to school.
Mother, who loved us like no other.
Mother, who quelled the anger within us.
Mother, who drove us to all our practices.
Mother, who never forgot our special occasions.
Mother, who protected her family, as a lion to a cub.
Mother, who always supported our father.
Mother, who scrimped and saved for our daily needs.
Mother, who was always the last to eat.
Mother, who was always the first to rise.
Mother, who cared for the animals.
Mother, a love that knew no limits.
Mother, who forever placed her family, before herself.
Mother, who was grateful, for every passing acknowledgement.
Mother, whose eyes shined, when she heard the words,
I love you mom.
Mother, who always saw the good in us.
Mother, who always taught us to never, never, give up.
Mother, who instilled in us, to be better.
Mother, who made us believe, we could accomplish anything.
Mother, mother...mother, you were like no other.
Mother, you will always remain, in our
hearts, in our deeds, in our thoughts,
in our lives and in our prayers.
Surely, beyond the stars, there's a special place for Mothers.
Mother...
Mother, who gave us her heart...her very soul.
Mother, who's understanding never wavered.
Mother, the one who dried our tears.
Mother, she lead us to the path of His Love.
Mother, who washed our cloths and cleaned the house.
Mother, who instilled confidence in her children.
Mother, who walked us to school.
Mother, who loved us like no other.
Mother, who quelled the anger within us.
Mother, who drove us to all our practices.
Mother, who never forgot our special occasions.
Mother, who protected her family, as a lion to a cub.
Mother, who always supported our father.
Mother, who scrimped and saved for our daily needs.
Mother, who was always the last to eat.
Mother, who was always the first to rise.
Mother, who cared for the animals.
Mother, a love that knew no limits.
Mother, who forever placed her family, before herself.
Mother, who was grateful, for every passing acknowledgement.
Mother, whose eyes shined, when she heard the words,
I love you mom.
Mother, who always saw the good in us.
Mother, who always taught us to never, never, give up.
Mother, who instilled in us, to be better.
Mother, who made us believe, we could accomplish anything.
Mother, mother...mother, you were like no other.
Mother, you will always remain, in our
hearts, in our deeds, in our thoughts,
in our lives and in our prayers.
Surely, beyond the stars, there's a special place for Mothers.
Mother...This ones' For You...
Mother, who gave us her heart...her very soul.
Mother, who's understanding never wavered.
Mother, the one who dried our tears.
Mother, she lead us to the path of His Love.
Mother, who washed our cloths and cleaned the house.
Mother, who instilled confidence in her children.
Mother, who walked us to school.
Mother, who loved us like no other.
Mother, who quelled the anger within us.
Mother, who drove us to all our practices.
Mother, who never forgot our special occasions.
Mother, who protected her family, as a lion to a cub.
Mother, who always supported our father.
Mother, who scrimped and saved for our daily needs.
Mother, who was always the last to eat.
Mother, who was always the first to rise.
Mother, who cared for the animals.
Mother, a love that knew no limits.
Mother, who forever placed her family, before herself.
Mother, who was grateful, for every passing acknowledgement.
Mother, whose eyes shined, when she heard the words,
I love you mom.
Mother, who always saw the good in us.
Mother, who always taught us to never, never, give up.
Mother, who instilled in us, to be better.
Mother, who made us believe, we could accomplish anything.
Mother, mother...mother, you were like no other.
Mother, you will always remain, in our
hearts, in our deeds, in our thoughts,
in our lives and in our prayers.
Surely, beyond the stars, there's a special place for Mothers.
Greasy Fingers You Don't Need 'Em
Would you give up your midnight snack,
Knowing you should not do that?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you give bad habits back,
If it widened you with fat?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you minimize your woes,
If you chose not to buy new clothes?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you get down on the floor,
Exercising even more?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
If you really want to feel real good,
You've gotta work your butt...
Off!
No diets you can take,
Will erase those pounds you make.
To leave,
You...
Happier each day.
And determining to stay,
That way.
Greasy fingers you don't need 'em!
Would you give up your midnight snack,
Knowing you should not do that?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you give bad habits back,
If it widened you with fat?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
If you really want to feel real good,
You've gotta work your butt...
Off!
No diets you can take,
Will erase those pounds you make.
To leave,
You...
Happier each day.
And determining to stay,
That way.
Greasy fingers you don't need 'em!
One day you'll lick,
And pay.
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you give up your midnight snack,
Knowing you should not do that?
Would you give bad habits back,
If it widened you with fat?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Ewww!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I believe that I was a dog in a past life. That's the only thing that would explain why I like to snack on Purina Dog Chow.
quote by Dean Koontz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Happy Family
playing the role of the happy family,
acting carefully like a perfect family,
putting a lie,
in everyone's eye,
making promises that can't be broken,
putting smiles that can't be taken,
feeling bad and not happy,
but being good at acting happy.
playing the role of the happy family,
father, mother, sister and brother,
but none of them bothers,
everyone is all alone.
talking in a different phone,
talking with a different language,
eating at the same table everyday,
acting happy by every way,
playing the role of the happy family
but there is always the quite,
for every single day and night.
wearing a faked smile,
letting between each one of them, a mile
watching together the television,
but each one is seeing it from his vision,
trying to love and care,
but they can't even share,
each one is in adifferent place.
wearing a big mask on his or her face
a mask of a big smile like a clown,
as all of them are living in a different town,
but still playing the role of the happy family,
still acting like a happy family
still wanting to make us believe that they are a family.
poem by Sarah Abu Zeid
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Getting Fat
Bring me back something from the store.
Here's my list,
It tells you what I need.
Bring this back from the corner store...
Just what's on it,
Nothing more!
You've got me,
Wanting to lay and snack!
You've got me,
Smacking snacks on my back!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Wanting to lay and snack!
You've got me,
Smacking snacks on my back!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
Bring me back something from the store.
Here's my list,
It tells you what I need.
You've got me,
Wanting to lay and snack!
Bring this back from the corner store...
Just what's on it,
Nothing more!
You've got me,
Smacking snacks on my back!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
Bring me back something from the store.
Here's my list,
It tells you what I need.
Bring this back from the corner store...
Just what's on it,
Nothing more!
I think I've had enough snacks on my back.
'Cause you make hints I'm getting fat!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncomfortable 'Is' The Silence
As I sit pondering,
With your eyes fixed...
And gazing strangely,
At my giblets.
I wonder...
To myself,
Of course.
Is this the season,
I should use?
Will the appetite ignite excitement?
Is that why your eyes remain fixed,
Because my giblets sit...
Crocked,
Without a top?
And no heat to increase the ingredients?
My mind is not the only thing unplugged!
Are the onions, carrots and celery chopped?
No...
They are not,
As a turkey lays baking...
Awaiting a stuffing mix,
I have yet to prepare...
Because I forgot!
And there is no sign from me given,
I am ready to start?
Oh so uncomfortable is the silence,
As I am without explanation...
As to 'why' this Christmas dinner,
Will be late to serve.
Uncomfortable 'is' the silence!
And I wonder...
Should I,
Plug in the crock?
Without the lid on top?
Or not?
And is the staring I get,
Deserved?
Uncomfortable is the silence.
And not a snack to munch,
Is on a platter placed...
From which munchies are crunched,
To tease a nibble to taste.
What a waste.
Uncomfortable is the silence,
When hor d'oeuvres are not presented to offer.
Now I can understand,
Why eyes are fixed...
And glaring.
Since nothing...
Not even a carol heard playing.
Or chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Can quench the thirst...
For intentions meant with desire,
But gone undelivered.
Unconcomfortable 'is' the silence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A loving teacher
A teacher is a well known second mother to all her students
She teach us 1,2,3, and A, B, C,
She tells us good stories which our imaginations
Wonders about it, that it is like we float in the air
Every snack time we eat and share are snacks together
Which everyone likes her the way she is...
Everyone smiles and care for her the way she cares for us
At the very first we think she is like monster
But at the and she is more than a good, kind, loving and beautiful fairy
We all don't want that this will come to an end
That is when graduation comes
Well don't you think we wont cry for joy
Our tears would dropp like a shimmering shining diamond
It glitters on our face and makes us shine like it]
Who wouldn't think that we won't miss the days we have
So merrily and so happily...
poem by Anna Leonora Cassandra Landero
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A Simple Poem For My Mother From My Mother
A SIMPLE POEM FOR MY MOTHER FROM MY MOTHER
All I am is a simple poem.
A few words in language
A child can read.
Simple words
Like my beloved mother
Of Blessed Memory’s Talk-
Simple, straight
Sometimes with quiet humor-
Happy trusting loving
And in intention
Good for the other.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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