On The Tweek Again
Used to come around here
To peddle his wares
A lot more takers now
The turkey j
You can taste the air
Around your face
His name was barrest jeffries
They picked him up twice
For cooking up amphetamine
Now hes on the tweek again
Drinking county prune
He doesnt mind so much
So wed sit around the fire
Singing kumbaya
Kumbaya I said
song performed by by Primus
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Open your angel eyes wide
don’t get lost in the lavender sky
shake all the stars from your hair
taste your sweet, salty, bitter skin
cut the poison from your tongue
don’t sleep beneath the candy acid sun
please don’t follow the fairy dust
Don’t sleep to heavy in your cherry blossom bed
peel the razor peddles from your skin
don’t get lost in the fairy dust
don’t look at the fairy
don’t look at the fairy
that fairies not pretty
she's ugly, evil and deadly
are you still dying
are you still dying
Peddle red peddle blue, kill the fairy end the doom
peddle red peddle blue, the girl power will save you
peddle red peddle blue, if your crazy then so am I
are you still dying in the fairy dust
are you still dying
are you still dying
kill the fairy
poem by lil'emo'kid BwOkEnHeArT
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Wouldn't It Be Nice
Wouldn't it be nice,
To live a life...
Just the way we wanted it.
And those we dismissed,
As insignificant from our past...
Have forgotten our attempts,
To prevent their success.
And they now have amnesia...
With no memory at all,
Of those flagrant events...
That brought them grief.
Or the campaign taken,
To defame...
And destroy them,
Completely.
With the hope that,
A conspicuously offensive activity done...
To them,
Was not for them a meaningful misdeed.
Or noticed to keep focused.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If they had forgotten our evilness.
And awakened with nothing but love for us,
In anticipation to express this with a warm embrace.
Wouldn't it be nice to leave the Christmas tree lit...
All year round.
With forgiveness given.
And the Singing of 'Kumbaya' heard sung around the world.
'Hey man...
What are you talking about this 'we' business?
WHAT did 'you' do to express such concern?
You speak as if you expect retaliation or revenge.
I gotta go.
Call me later, okay? '
People should just learn to forgive one another.
That's all I'm saying.
You don't have to leave like that.
I'm not in fear.
I'm not in fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Cook: A Tribute To Bibhu Padhi
The cook knows
that his shadow
burns in the fire.
Turmeric fragrance drives
hungry crocodiles away
from the greenroom.
While cooking himself
the cook discovers
that each fire has its own inscription.
You know how profound
the fire is, how much
it demands from life.
Cooking is self-cooking,
discovery of fire-roses
getting wiser in the soul of a bird.
poem by Rudra Kinshuk
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Zeroes
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Youve arrived in the land of a thousand different names
And the fabulous sons have crashed their planes in flames
Now tomorrow is back claiming redemption is on your heels
And a toothless past is asking you how it feels
And me my little red corvette has driven by
Fair weather heart has fallen in
My rainy day girl is feeling down
And she tells me that the world is spinning round
I say the dream was all for you
Youre nobody else
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
Yeah
Hi, can I walk you home again today
Gotta get forgive and forget hey-hey
Something good is happening and I dont know what it is
Dont you know were back on trial again today
And its breaking wine for you
Hell its only cause youre true
Someone outtimed my heart
Stopping and preaching and letting love in
You are my moon, you are my sun
Heaven knows what you are
Tonight the zeroes are singing for you
Yes they were
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
You
Tonight the zeroes were singing for you
You
Doesnt matter what you try to do
Doesnt matter what you try to do
Doesnt matter where you try to go
Doesnt matter who we really are
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Ohh
It doesnt matter
Ohh
Oh it doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Oh
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter
Doesnt matter what you try to do
song performed by by David Bowie
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Every Turkey
Every Turkey wants to be a cow.
If they had it their way right now.
Every Turkey should immediately hide.
They should not ask a stranger for a ride.
Every Turkey should not give up a fight.
When the farmer trys to hold them tight.
Every Turkey should run real fast.
All of them are competing to be the very last.
Every Turkey should make a lot of noise.
So The farmers joy can't be immense.
Every turkey wishes you were a vegetarian.
Us turkey lovers are just not that mean.
Every Turkey is not able to say Happy Thanksgiving.
They are all to busy giving.
We all say thanks to God for their giving.
Who knows what a new year might bring.
MaMa's Cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
It's an assortment of goodie things
Chocolate, pies and banana pudding
Enough food and that's Mama's cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Apron in hand and lasting impression I didn't want to miss
Everything seem perfect from beginning to end
Enough food and that's Mama's Cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Smiling faces and a gentle speech of o.k.
Noone knows how much the void I can't fill
Enough food and that Mama's Cooking
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Being polite and sincere would carry the weight
Seemingly enough she has the greater plan
Enough food and that Mama's Cooking ahead
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
The napkins, plates and never-ending why didn't it last
Noone knows how much the void I can't fill
Enough food and that's Mama's Cooking again
Thinking of times I would say what's cooking everyday
Craving for the turkey and dressing pan
Not to admit, seemed a bit much
Enough Food and that's Mama's Cooking again
So nowadays, I look for the needle in the haystack
Wishing on the times, she would come back
It's been 10 years, since I said thoughs word's
Enough food and that Mama's blessing for us
Missing mom everyday becomes second-nature for me
Enough food, Enough love and One day she'll see
For know I'll take her spirits with me and others will speak
Enough food, Enough love and One day she'll see
poem by Natasha McGee
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Put That Peddle To the Metal
If you want to get to drive,
You have to learn to be swift.
With those daydreams gone.
Without a mind that drifts,
From...
Off to on.
And...
Make sure that peddle that you push,
Is not the one that stops the gas.
Put that peddle to the metal.
Give it gas.
Don't brake, don't brake.
If you want to get to drive,
You have to learn to be swift.
With those daydreams gone.
Without a mind that drifts,
Hit that gas.
And put that peddle to the metal.
Give it gas.
Don't brake, don't brake.
Just hit the gas.
If you want to get to drive...
Don't brake, don't brake.
Just hit the gas.
And put your foot down on the petal.
Give it gas.
Put that peddle to the metal.
Hit the gas.
Don't brake, don't brake.
Just hit the gas.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Black Eye Pea Stew
Did I mention,
My black eye pea stew to you?
Well...
This is what you do.
Boil your water,
Add sliced smoked turkey butt.
With seasons you prefer.
I like to mix in olive oil with butter first.
Before adding apple vinegar...
With Old Bay and a bit of salt,
Then soy sauce...
To allow my taste buds to burst.
Add your black eye peas.
Speckled butter lima beans.
Kidney and black beans too!
I also enjoy cooking with onions...
Green peppers, carrots and celery.
For a flavored taste,
You simply can not refuse!
Well...
You can 'try' making attempts.
But licking your lips,
Is not too convincing of a defense.
'May I get some more? '
You sure can!
After I get to taste it myself!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Greedy poem Gannet
I stuff my face with poems here
The meals served up in reams
I indulge in wordy gluttony
I'm bursting at the seams
But still you serve me more and more
Just like a pushing Aunt
I eat and eat all that I can
But finish? I just can't
You cook and bake and fry and grill
The most delicious food
I want to at least try it all
So you don't think me rude
Even 'back of cupboard' tins
Will not go out if date
And if you all stopped cooking
All the meals would still taste great
There so much here to be consumed
Enough to feed the planet
I savour all I can
As I'm a greedy poem gannet
I've started cooking recently
To add into the mix
I have a mind of recipes
Do try the meals I fix!
poem by Stevie Taite
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If I peddle salt, it rains; if I peddle flour, the wind blows.
Alankar (Decor) -10
Music My Love
'Music my love, singing in heart repletes
I swear on my singing you too love it
My notes, my scales, singing my choice, my taste
When I go on singing sure for repeats
Listen to my singing closing your eyes
Honour you my singing with mind open
And you to my singing you ears sharpen
Never to my singing should you despise'
'Oh me to your singing I close my eyes
And me to your singing with mind open
I pray as your singing in heart repletes
And mine to your singing ears do depise
Not mine but yours, singing not to happen
Music your love, singing yours no repeats'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Givers Takers
life is full of givers
stealers of life takers...
givers give to all races
takers take leave empty spaces...
it is impossible to give to compulsive takers
takers never satisfied with deleting happy faces...
life is full of givers
givers give to all races...
stealers of life takers
takers take leave empty spaces...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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So Far Away
(carole king)
So far away
Doesnt anybody stay in one place anymore
It will be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesnt help to know that your just time away
Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
Oh how I wish I could
But youre so far away
One more song about moving along the highway
I cant say much of anything thats new
But if I could only work this life out my way
Id rather spend it being close to you
But youre so far away
Doesnt anybody stay in one place anymore
It will be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesnt help to know youre so far away
So far away, yeah youre so far away
Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothing else to do but close my mind
And I sure hope the road dont get to own me
Theres so many dreams that Ive yet to find
But youre so far away
Doesnt anybody stay in one place anymore
It will be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesnt help to know
Youre so far away, youre so far away
Youre so far away, youre so far away
Oh I need to get in touch with ya baby
Youre so very, very, very far away
Youre so, so far away
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Freedom Doesnt
freedom doesnt starve it's children,
freedom doesnt sell it's people into slavery.
freedom doesnt see skin color,
doesnt always speak english.
freedom doesnt have one religion.
freedom doesnt choose sexual preference.
freedom doesnt regulate love.
freedom doesnt trade joblessness for profit.
freedom doesnt take your home.
freedom doesnt create reservations, slums,
and low rent trailer parks.
freedom doesnt ban books.
freedom doesnt invade and conquer.
freedom doesnt trade blood for oil.
freedom doesnt imprison those it cannot use.
freedom doesnt live by the lie.
freedom doesnt have different levels of justice,
depending on how much money you have.
freedom doesnt abandon it's elderly.
freedom doesnt turn away the sick.
freedom doesnt kill in the name of god.
freedom doesnt lie about the past.
damn it to hell!
this doesnt smell like freedom!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Serious
Oh, woman you make me feel, like Im on fire
Oh, woman you make it real, its the only way for me
So, if we sometimes fight, doesnt mean we got problems
Aint always black and white, who cares anyway?
Ooh - doesnt have to be serious
Ooh - doesnt have to be serious
(serious)
Doesnt have to be serious
Doesnt have to be serious
Oh baby you get so wild, mmm too much understanding
Oh baby youre such a child, put up with all the tears and cryin
Dont worry if youre confused, we all tend to be sometimes
The whole world is getting used, its just the way it is...
Maybe right, oh, but maybe wrong
Doesnt have to be serious, being hard isnt being strong
Doesnt have to be serious, fighting for love, fighting for pain
Ooh doesnt have to be serious, and if you win, oh what do you gain?
Doesnt have to be serious..
-
Ooh, doesnt have to be serious maybe right, ooh, but maybe wrong
Ohh doesnt have to be serious, fighting for love, fighting for pain
Ooh doesnt have to be serious, and if you win, oh what do you gain?
Ooh doesnt have to be serious, maybe right, oh but maybe wrong
Doesnt have to be serious, being hard, isnt being strong
Doesnt have to be serious, fighting for love, fighting for pain
Ohh doesnt have to be serious and if you win...
song performed by by Duran Duran
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4. Ex Christmas Dinner
On a cold winters night before Christmas
By the fire sat a farmer with dog
He dreamed of his plump Christmas turkey
He saw in the flames from a log
Outside now the snow started falling
A strong north wind started to howl
Toasting his toes by the fireside
When sheepdog decided to growl
The farmer knew this could mean trouble
So putting on boots had begun
Old Bess wouldn’t growl just for nothing
He picked up his trusty shotgun
His chickens were all going crazy
A fox had got into the shed
And eaten his plump turkey dinner
His dreams became plain jam and bread
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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The Taste
So I seen her
In a land that was forgotten
She brought a candle to my mind
But it got no easier then
So I snuck out of her apartment
I went down to buy a premium
But all that settled was my mind, for a time
Till she showed me what a fire was
I will be a happy man if you're my sacred son
I could be a dividend if you're my only one
So I bought 12,000 acres
Suddenly it was a dozen
And for a moment I was blind but for the time
I caught a glimpse inside the universe there
I couldn't handle the dimensions
See 2 2 can = 5 here
So I sold off unto a lamb, but it was a scam
And he giggled like he'd won the lottery
I will be a happy man if you're my sacred son
I could be a dividend if you're my only one
And all the children started singing
There I fell into a coffin
Brought the water in my eyes
(Surprised) I wondered at the miracle there
When it all was finally over
I thought about our time here
Here where everything's divine
Well I find I still got the taste for you
I still got the taste for you
I still got the taste for you
I still got the taste for you
If you're my only one
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Homage To The Turkey (Second Try) ....[Birds; American History]
I sent off as suggested, my first effort to my Italian friend Carmi.
She read it and then requested something 'lower key'; to me that's Irish blarney!
I had mentioned, first time, Ben Franklin's affection for The Turkey; she thought THAT was nice.
I didn't mind naming Ben the first time around; this will make it twice.
Ben was famous as a diplomat when America was newly 'free'.
He was also an inventor I believe. I think once he used a 'lower key'
while performing an experiment with lightning, Nature's electricity.
It involved using a kite, and a kite string on which was tied a key ('lower'?) .
But back to Turkey: Ben thought the native Turkey to be noble as could be.
Despite Ben's efforts, the Bald Eagle, instead, was picked as a symbol of 'The Land of The Free'.
I must admit I admire and enjoy seeing both birds I did now name,
but the Eagle's pictured on money and well protected, while the Turkey's wild game.
Turkeys can be quite majestic when they strut about, their feathers ruffled and spread,
but unlike the soaring Eagle, in turkey season a hunter may shoot a turkey dead.
Death would not be my preference for either of these noble birds. I wonder now
if Carmi is reading and enjoying at least some of my words.
I helped New York Conservation Department return Turkeys to my home state.
That was near Ithaca, where in the 1960's, no turkey had been seen of late.
I guess the effort worked. In late years I saw turkeys; Toms and at times a hen.
They probably emigrated from Pennsylvania, to the south, the state of dear old Ben.
I've never heard an eagle cry, but to hear a Turkey gobble from woods is thrilling.
Carmi I would have voted for The Turkey. Alas! The Eagle got top billing.
(Nov.2012)
poem by Bri Edwards
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I'm taking Viagra and drinking prune juice - I don't know if I'm coming or going.
quote by Rodney Dangerfield
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Gobble Gobble 2
Yes it's me the turkey
I am male, but not a bird
Oh you bit your tongue
not saying that dirty word
Male turkeys drink beer
and yes they strut around
Females are so attracted
to their special sound
Male turkeys love football
and the females pray
Their words won't slur
their lips won't spray
The female is cooking
such a special spread
The turkey is yelling
win or be dead
Some turkeys pass out
some just cuss and frown
Blame one on the beer
one on the other teams touchdown
Your Thanksgiving busted
didn't go as you planned
All turkeys are different
yours is a man
Plan as you wish
things just go astray
Hug your turkey and smile
for it is Thanksgiving Day
Terry M