Outside looking in!
On the outside
Sincerely looking in
Now, this is the
Moment when
The hard work,
The extra curriculum
actually begins
I can see each badly beaten
struggle
How and why
they started and even
How they can end
I tap into the inner source
To receive strength
Inorder to begin again
Iam on the outside
Looking deeply in
To strategize inorder
To Finally
defeat the hidden enemy
That is within
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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In Marriage
to keep this thing
alive
some parts of me
have to be
clipped off
to make this
chain a chain
a bond a bond
of love to be love
concrete and strong
some links
within me have
to be disengaged
disassembled
removed and
even thrown away
i am like
a tree pruned
here and there
you too
on the same
choices
what pains
to take what
sorrows to
make what
joys to discard
inorder to
be one again
and always
inorder to have
fruits and flowers
inorder
to be alive and
breathe in this
too narrow space
confined for
only just the two of us,
as they watch
in suspense as
though we are
the actors of
this new film
with no ending
still
we shall kiss
now, to please them
kiss me on my lips
hold me tight
let them not notice
our trembling hands
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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America
There's a sound in the air,
As which reminds me of a local motion
There's also chatter filtering
From the streets to oceans
Regardong
A rebuilding of a nation
People with strong devotion
Many who ancestors arrived
On boats
Whom may never had the
Priveledge to vote
It is the spirit of unity
Negiotating
Underminding the fog
Of recession
A renew strength
A keen insight
To defeat the dead line
Of the fiscal cliff
bipartism
Inorder come to a formal
agreement
Forsaking personal riffs
Now, that's geniune
brotherhood
Love fot immigrants
That's Americans
Standing great
Standing tall
Once again
America,
After all
Still free and
Always brave
Home, sweet home
To Trillions
America!
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Curriculum
Bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
On a flight like a kite.
Excited by height.
And delighted your life,
Has a new insight.
And I,
Enjoy this ride you find...
Particular!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
Those bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes, soren, I agree
What this age needs is not genius
We had enough of them
We need an awakening
Of those who inorder to teach
Must first obey the dictates of death
We study again this
Intriguing machine
Of this person that I am
This individual this you
Never forgetting how God
Has helped us in the hours
Of our needs, the last wish
Everything is nothing but
For his honor and glory.
We speak what we do
We do what we believe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Simplicity
before a table
a cup of rice and
few pieces of fish
you put your knee
near your mouth
as you mold
sticky white rice
with your bare hands
you open your mouth
and swallow what
you have inorder
to live.
(shall i say
poverty?)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Think it over
Time to think it all over
Dear friend
Resituate, delegate
Inorder to start afresh
once again
Reaffirm what it really takes
To make all matter regulate
Reorganizing, is not to hesitate
Just utilizing proper timing
To assist all concerning
By Encouraging to cooperate
To lead is the
Opportunity, to demonstate
Think it over
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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A little extra, from an extra ordinary woman
She goes out of her way and travels that extra mile
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She consoles you, smiles with you, cries with you and for you
A little extra than anyone else
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She spends on you a little extra than she does on her own self
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She uses her extra strength and wisdom to pick you up when you fall
She blinds her sight to your imperfections
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She loves you a little extra just to stand out different
From all those who love you
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She starves herself so that you may eat a little extra
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She forgives you all the time
Even when you guilty mind knows you don’t deserve such kindness
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She may not be the most perfect woman but
She is indeed an extra ordinary woman
She is your mother, your wife, your fiancee, your girlfriend
Your sister, your grandmother and your daughter
You best appreciate her
poem by Grace Mdemu
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You Want Me To Simplify My Life..to Be
to be just
simple and say clearly what i what you to understand
less words perhaps
no signs no picture even
just a glance or a touch or a tap on the shoulder
to be direct, candid, straighforward
to tell the truth, this truth and nothing but the truth
no words
how can i tell you? how can i give you the signs
how can i be direct and candid and straightforward
how can i ever tell the truth
when all these years i do not know anymore
about anything
when what i know is only to survive
at all costs
do you think that i still have the truth or the courage to tell you
about it
the truth? do you really need the truth inorder to live?
tell me, why and what?
learn first and teach me how
let us perhaps begin again from the time when we were born
from the time when we first give them our
big cry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The day after tomorrow
The day after tomorrow
Is 48 hours
Too soon?
Inorder to meet and
Devise a plan
For what we need to do
The day after tomorrow, somewhere
About high noon
We shall meet
Face to face, and peacefully
Share our views
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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To thy own self be true
I know you now, because I know me better
My face sort of frowned asI opened the dear john letter
Your twisted views, made my heart faint as my palms became wetter.
As announced a change of plans according to you
inorder to make things much better
I lost trust in you
for I now know we shall never be together
I can distinguished, the truth from a lie
For I now know myself much better
I can allow myself to lose sight of whom
Iam, due to chasing someone else
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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A Grass Flower
He was all the more a grass flower,
How can he gather any fame?
But he was not the one to accept his defeat,
And made, success his only aim.
He succeeded in establishing his strong base,
Comprising his hard work and determination,
His struggle in life made him a man successful,
And the day came when he was crowned with GOLD CARNATION.
But oh Lord Jesus!
This cruel world can’t see a man rising,
In this ever changing human race,
He was badly suppressed by the world,
But he was still standing due to, in HIM his faith.
Though he was considered a meadow flower,
But not taking himself as a looser, he worked hard,
And now this grass flower was totally ripened,
And now he became a precious GOLDEN FLOWER
poem by Himanshu Saxena
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The Logic Error
Sitting, hating, waiting, aching,
pushing to be pulled, working to be destroyed,
walking forward and being pulled backwards,
a mental struggle between good and evil,
the sarcasm bites like a spider injecting poision,
slow, weak, tired, scared,
i fall, and try to pull together my strength,
to pull myself to the doorway,
the floor begins to shift and wheel me backwards,
but the struggle continues,
my legs no longer work, and i have no strength,
yet i keep up with the struggle,
it feeds off of giving up, it feeds off of fear,
but i believe im stronger than that,
I believe i can overcome,
i hope this time im right,
before i maybe exhausted.
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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Pushed One Time To Many
Lying here once again on the ground
After taking yet another long, hard fall
I reach out my hand for any of you to help me
But nobody's there
I try
I struggle
I'm on my hands and knees
I try to push myself back onto my feet
But it's useless
Because you people keep stepping over
Or worse
You keep stepping on me
Why?
Because, none of you care
It's hard getting back on my feet
After a number a low blows and a good hard push
Has left me bleeding here on the concrete
All I hear is
'Don't give up'
'You can do it, just get back up'
But maybe I don't want to get back up
Maybe I'm finally ready to admit defeat
Maybe you've pushed me one times to many
And this time I've finally had enough
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Defeating An Enemy
We live in a world full of enemies,
or so we are lead to believe.
The best way to defeat an enemy
is not with bullets or bombs.
The best way to defeat an enemy
is to make that enemy a friend.
poem by David Harris
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When The Rat Finally Entered The Trap
it is when the rat
finally finds itself
inside the trap
figuring out how
to outsmart the
incoming death
and torturer, it is
at this moment
when philosophizing
begins to begin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Different Walk This Time
the first time you arrive here
they let you crawl, there is no other way
and they like it that way, they even say you are cute
in such helplessness, and then
the season come
for you to stand upright, and they like it too
because that is the way
how life should and must be lived
in maturity in
independence
in knowing how to manage life
defining and illustrating
what real walking
coping with the coming
and leaving
the constant changing of the seasons and
you learn how to dress up and comb your hair
and walk your talk and listen more
and sometimes pretend
that all is well with you
inorder not to frustrate them
because they have their
own lives
their own private quests
and hidden
sorrows too
and then the real things confront you on the face
beyond the four seasons
you go back to the ancient beginning where you are
naked where you must walk again and even crawl
if need be but
this time you do not crawl and
you are not cute anymore
you still stand upright, always trying your best
though a little bit bent now and
shaking
your eyes are all failing
and you cannot see
your feelings too are flinching as they skin you out
and even your mind
sags like a useless piece of appendix
you walk alone through all the seasons
determined, unmoved, unaffected
sometimes looking back and then moving finally forward
towards the place
that you think you know because it sounds so familiar
as though you have been there
with all of them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Winter Bird
Winter bird, winter bird
Why are you still here?
It is now June, the bright sun has appeared.
The warmer temperatures are to arrive soon.
The snow is gone, and you should be too.
As well as the foilage that familiar to you.
There is a different rhythm in the air.
The smell of flowers blooming everywhere.
You should be in hidding, somewhere out there.
Awaiting your winter season inorder to appear.
Yet, I can see your presence and hear you quite clear.
Oh, dear bird of winter, why are you here?
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Rage Hard
(gill/johnson/nash/otoole)
Rage! rage! rage! rage!
Rage hard!
Laugh like the head of apollo
Young and strong on the wings of tomorrow
Rise up in millions get off your knees
Dispelling the demons
In the valley of danger
We all work together, sculptures in sorrow
With love light to follow, on
Sweet head of apollo
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right, doing it right
Rage hard, against the dark
Rage hard, make your mark
Let the tournament begin
Dont give up and dont give in
Strength to rise up, strength to win
Strength to save the wor(l)d from losing
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right
Rage hard, against the dark
Rage hard
Rage!
Rage hard
Though blue eyes of children
They shine without fear
Hope is the future, with oceans of cheer
Nothing to fear
Theres nothing to fear
Though laughter of angels resounding
From heaven keep fighting the favours
Of charlatan saviours, charlatan saviours
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right, doing it right
Rage hard, against the dark
Rage hard, make your mark
Let the tournament begin
Dont give up and dont give in
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right
Rage hard, against the dark
Rage hard, make your mark
I dont know which way to go
My loves like driven snow
When we past the test of time
My love you shall be mine
And if only, lost and lonely
Is all thats wrong with me, we ll be free
Be free, be free
Laugh like the head of apollo
Young and strong on the wings of tomorrow
Rage hard
Rage hard
Let the tournament begin
Dont give up and dont give in
Rage hard, into the light
Rage hard, doing it right
Let the tournament begin
Dont give up and dont give in
Strength to rise up, strength to win
Strength to save the wor(l)d from losing
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Why?
why should i carry a heart that hates?
why should i have a smile that fades?
why should i touch inorder to hurt?
why should i have friendships that fail?
the heart must love, the smile must never fade,
the touch must not hurt, this frienship we have must not fail
are you stil there, my friend?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Speak A Bit Of That Moment
Speak a bit of that moment,
A moment that contains centuries,
A moment that halts time,
A moment when someone sees
A route leading beyond the cosmos.
Speak a bit of that moment
When water and clay mingle,
And in a moment of union,
Sprouts a bud of flower.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When eyes become a heart,
When heart becomes eyes,
A star of dream, a rain-bow
Dither on the lashes.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When the Sun places its fire
On the bank of a lake,
And water becomes gold,
Miracles begin to happen.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When Love begins to blather metaphysics
When chest becomes hollow,
And heart dwells in each particle.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When sunbeams begin to fade,
The sights become vague,
The Sun dives down into puddle,
And the forms begins to muddle,
The earth beckons,
The desire of long sleep places her fingers
On the lids of eyes,
Speak a bit of that moment,
Speak a bit of that moment.
Written By Qayyum Tahir
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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