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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487271" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Do You Like My Verse?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, the diary, of some events though too personal about some<br>rifts between brothers, my brother and i, <br>am so patient, till the end, though i am older and mild mannered always<br>seeking to understand the gap of <br>ten years, practically he belonging to another strange generation<br>while i keep my mouth shut <br>my mind open to him: as i reduce him to prose and elevate him<br>further to poetry, and i am glad you like <br>this poetry of brothers reaching a conciliation<br>like some great movies<br>about brothers karamazov<br>and their anna kareninas or yes, yes, lady chatterly's<br>or emma<br>you never know grace, unlike tina she is not a brown dog<br>but the brown prima donna of my life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">love lost and brothers fighting over some little wars of their hearts<br>do not attempt to understand <br>this is purely a private matter of the bastasa family, <br>rocky maribujoc, roots of molave trees, some streams of consciousness<br>always coming to my mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a diary, a poem, a story that i want to tell <br>maybe tomorrow, or may be not at all, it will cost me a lot of pain<br>some unbearable lightness of my being<br>sadness, and hidden laughters stored for another year<br>like wine, well more of like, vinegar actually</div><div style="margin:10px 0">oh, wasting your time, as i do waste mine, on words<br>maybe wisdom of saying what we want to say in our minds<br>like a river flowing and we intend to just watch<br>and not take the plunge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the plunge, the way we get wet, the way our bodies<br>fit with wet clothes all together revealing some hidden private parts<br>that other may find too flimsy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">well, as i am telling you, this is my poetry, a flow, a river running steadily<br>to the deep blue sea<br>and yes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">shall we take the necessary plunge<br>just to check if we really know how to swim how to survive and not just</div><div style="margin:10px 0">write poetry hoping that they may believe our quest for sincerity<br>and then let me still ask</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if you like my verse, a stream of unconsciousness still coping up<br>what to do <br>with our messy lives</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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